Sorry, Ted. His demeanor is usually more 'coldly stand-offish' and less 'wild ranting'. At least he's bewildered enough that the little shake he gives Ted is fairly mild; he's not really trying to injure the man, though he can't say he's averse to the notion if it comes to it. Fortunate, perhaps, that he does not have his psychic abilities at this time.

“Then take me to someone who can,” he hisses, before releasing Ted to clutch at his own (bare) chest, wobbling slightly as though unsteady on his feet. "This is not my body! You cannot trap me inside of it!"