*Erk. Well that's an unpleasant situation. He moves to avoid being hit. And decides that trying to reason with a would-be murderer-- to him at least, isn't worth the concussion. He starts to back away to leave.*
Fine, fine... Have fun murderin' th' poor sap who comes, lady.
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Fine, fine... Have fun murderin' th' poor sap who comes, lady.