Amazingly, the calm smile does nothing to de-escalate Tyler's emotions. It gets the opposite result, in fact, as patches of angry blush burn high on his cheeks. He can feel his heartbeat drumming against his ears so hard it almost hurts, his wrists ache from the tension he's been holding himself under, and he can feel Isis's tiny claws trying to dig through his shirt into his shoulder; as Solus talks she bunts under his chin and nuzzles against him, and it's only then he really notices the genuine worry she's eking into the back of his mind.

It doesn't calm him down, but it does help focus his frantic, wild emotions, just a little.

When Solus stops talking, Tyler has very little to say.

No. I'm done. Leave me alone.

And he turns and leaves the conversation. He's fully expecting Solus to keep his word and not touch him - but he wants him to, just so he has an excuse to punch that fucking insane bastard hard enough to break his smug fucking nose.