Kylo's gaze remains coolly focused— he's not interested enough to engage in conversation simply because a child throws him an angry look, though his lips do pull into an unpleasant smile as the raven on his shoulder leans in to his ear, as if the two are engaged in some kind of silent conversation.

His fire-tipped fingers reach to stroke the bird's glossy feathers in idle indulgence, possibly a soothing motion for one or both of them. Clearly, the lord of the mountain isn't here to start fights. If Coraline wants one, she'll have to come and get it.