[Moran snorts, blows out smoke and doesn’t move. Military through and through- except for that tendency to backtalk. ]
Push me over, then.
Jim steps up to him from behind, leaning towards his ear.
Don’t tempt me.
He smiles, pleasantly, lazily, but there is a razor sharp edge to it.
[Is that supposed to scare him? Oh please. Shows of force are so- pointless. The louder something roars the less likely it is to kill you.]
Tempting is what I do, honey.
