Oh, t'e acidity of t'ese insults. T'ey burn right t'rough my chest.

[Rolling his eyes now. He leans back in his chair, propping his feet up against the table.

Dealing with Scout, he can do. He's done it for four years. Dealing with Scout alone? That's where it gets tricky. Spy only has so much patience, and for all he knows, Scout has the endurance to talk for miles. God knows the casts will only get him to exercise those mouth muscles even more.]

Ugh. Feeding is a scheduled event; your voice grating at t'eir ears won't 'elp your cause.