So, he wasn't exactly expecting that. The question made the line of rapid yelling slam to a stop and brown eyes blink twice. Was that a threat? Or was he just being a cockbite?

"Uh, I mean, no." Fuck, one hand ran over his head, over his hair, then dropped back to his side. "Unless you're an asshole, then probably. I don't fucking know. What the hell kind of question is that?!"

Because he didn't come to fight, not physically anyway; the argument was just as good sometimes. Better usually because no one walked away with black eyes and tired. But shit, now he kind of did want to sock this guy in the face for asking that and not even paying attention to the shit he was yelling about.

Okay, so maybe. Maybe he did.

"Though I fucking should."