The much younger Vegeta would had taken that taunt with a nasty grin then would had blasted Washington away for daring to taunt him so. The older, and currently more tired one, just raised a brow in his direction both at the prod and... whatever that had been. It was interesting, maybe even impressive to most, but he wasn't most. He's gone toe to toe with so many that were far scarier than anything Washington could ever pull off. The physical wasn't too bad, he guesses, but it lacked the presence of a real threat.

Sorry Washington, he's faced down Beerus' wrath before. You're nothing compared to a God of Destruction.

He's torn for a moment between answering back with his own little show, though it far more than just flash and lights, and ignoring him... a quiet minute to two later, Vegeta ends it in a huff of a breath out. "It was neither flirting or dancing. Nor was it a taunt." Vegeta hadn't meant it to get under his skin, but clearly it had done so. Maybe a little bit of him is amused how easily he was able to do it, but it was a passing moment of enjoyment before it left again. "Few here can stand up against me, and considering our current situation, I have no intentions on causing what is left of the medical team here troubles by having to carry you to the medical car." Then again Vegeta would be able to patch him up a bit if needed, but he would rather avoid it happening in the first place.

Then his own question. "Are you human?" Maybe a type of human who can do... whatever the hell that just was. Was it magic? Magic seems to be common around here.