[Before Pyrrha's hand even has a chance to touch him, Nero's trapped her wrist in his left hand, squeezing it tightly. He turns his head to leer at her, irises taking on a dim red glow.]

Don't...touch me! [He shoves her arm back, backpedaling as he retreats his arm out of the hole and quickly hiding it behind his back. Pyrrha may catch a glimpse of it, but it's covered in sheet rock and tattered bandages, making it hard to make out.]

I don't have to tell, or show you anything.