[With a longer, more tired sigh, Mav leans his shoulder into her arm. Oops, probably going to have some bodypaint on his hoodie, whatever, it's fine. He has a great need to be annoying.]

Yeah, well, I've fucking given him time. To further say fuck me, this was his fucking birthday month and I was just trying to fucking give him something. Why do I gotta be the one that talks to him? Wouldn't mind seeing you beat his ass, though.