He brings his hand up to his ear, totally instinctively, because between the kick and the way her wings brush his hairs around it's all he can do to keep himself from scratching it. He doesn't though, and forces that hand back in his pocket before it gets him in trouble.

Is Brock even in his room? With the way she's buzzing at him, he swears it's like there's something else he should know about this. Or just as likely, this is a prank and the real Molotov is outside waiting to laugh when the fairy leads him into the duck pond. Sure, that would be more effort than he'd expect out of her for entertainment, but boredom can do that to people.

As he exits the gym, he glances to his shoulder, in case she wants to point to another direction. It'd be a hell of a lot easier if she would let him follow her as she lead the way, but whatever. He's not in any real hurry.