Vegeta snorts, because he refuses to acknowledge whether he is or he isn't. They've already established that he finds her appealing — or, at least, in his mind he's made that much clear, but most people don't inform people that they find them fascinating enough to keep (hanging) around by declaring a sense of extraterrestrial possessiveness.

He tried. Kinda.

Touching his boots back to the ground, Vegeta stops hovering and moves to sit next to her on the floor.

"I take it you would protest were I to train around your repairs?"