[That gets him grinning as he taps ash off the end of his smoke, then decides there's not enough of it left to bother with so he flicks it aside and reaches for some of those blueberries instead. Mushy, but delicious, and he follows that up with a kiss to her cheek, right under an eye, so he can leave a purple lip mark that gets him laughing more.]

Yeah, there you go, babe. That asshole fucked with the wrong people, man, he doesn't know how bad he fucked up. He's about to, though. I feel like he thinks he's mafia, you know? Untouchable, gets away with anything 'cause he's fuckin' rich an' mysterious. But, he'll see what's comin' to him.

[Nothing to lift his spirits like trash-talking that piece of shit. Nothing, that is, until he gets to see that asshole bleeding out on the floor while everything around him burns. Ah, the image alone makes him give a pleased little sigh.]

Hey, also, do you have questions? There's gotta be shit you don't know that I don't realize you don't know, right?