[ It's a little unexpected, that subtle shift in his expression — the way the shape of his mouth changes, despite the lack of inflection in his tone. Unexpected, but not altogether unpleasant. ]

Do they ever? [ Dryly, as she gives Kim a little look: ] Probably be back on their bullshit as soon as their balls stop hurting.

[ She holds still for him as he tends to her cut, her cigarette idle in her hand where it rests on the counter. ]

Honestly, I'm half-disappointed you aren't scolding me.