[ Okay, so maybe not a great time to revert to old petty bickering. He lets his shoulders slump, whatever attempt at a smirk he was making fading back into that tired, tired smile. ]
Eat your fucking stew, then. Let us take care of you, and I won't have to fight you. Fair?
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Eat your fucking stew, then. Let us take care of you, and I won't have to fight you. Fair?