Uh, well, y'know...I was kind of hoping we could do the whole "coming without a fight" thing...

[Frankly, if it were capable of killing his ass that'd probably be for the best, but he seriously doubts it. His hands are shoved into the pockets of trousers that look so dishevelled "well worn" would be beyond a joke to describe them.]

I mean, are you super married to the idea of killing me? You can just cut off my finger or something and say you did.