"At you? At you?" He's joined his ice to Merrill's, but Mal gets an aghast glance. "You can't think of anything better? Like 'die, die, die?' You have to yell about cheese and attacking you?"

Hero types. They all want to die, deep down, but it's got to be the most dramatic, epic death, and he has to heal them all afterward while they complain. Mal better not complain if he's yelling things like that.