You would 'ave 'ad to deal wit' my bitching if you 'ad gone and done t'at. But yes, I did.

[The word "bitching" comes out a little strange from his mouth, but it fits the situation, in his opinion.

To compensate the agitation of the sore spot, Spy dips his hand back down, rubbing the column of Scout's throat with his thumb just as he did yesterday, nails and all.]

Being able to fight comes in t'e job description, don't you t'ink?