"Oh, do it. Hit me, watch me even care. You half-assed, on-the-fence-about-it semi-homicidal sad sack. You think the difference between threatening me and punching me makes you a good person that's not trying to get your way by force?"

The cut inside of his cheek is flecking red onto the metal grating his cheek is mashed against whenever he speaks too loudly. Gross.

"You think you can wait until after you find out if you, in your opinion, decide I deserve it to really hurt me? WELL, GUESS WHAT."