Carlisle returns his attention to the door with a roll of his eyes. With his back turned (and the mask obscuring his mouth), Kabal can't see him wordlessly mouth Grower not show-er? to himself, trying to figure out exactly what that's supposed to mean. Carlisle gets the distinct feeling he doesn't want to know, and even if he did, he doesn't have time to question it.

"I can honestly say that 'gentle' is not a word I would ascribe taugh!" He jerks away as the plant slams into the door, the pot shattering upon impact, dirt flying in every direction. His fingers curl against the surface of the door as he looks over his shoulder again, practically hissing. "I'm trying, you horrible cretin!"