"You know, looking at our track record? I feel I'm more justified in telling you to try not to get anyone killed." Hartley made his way into Cisco's workshop, where he could find his gloves very easily. He raised his eyebrows at the state they were in, but that was nothing he couldn't fix. He looked at Cisco again, frowning finally. "...do you want me to hit you?"

It actually sounded like a perfectly sincere question.