Okay. You're not going to get along you little fucking, thieving shi-

This is all his fault. He should've never trusted you with anything, at all. In all honesty he never did to begin with, but one thing led to another and...

He was investigating a bit of Intel he got from Black Mask, yeah, he's not stupid, he's not walking heads in full of it, but the freak apparently wanted to get rid of 'mutual enemies', ranted some useless shit he didn't hear, then finally got to the point, at gun point, about what the deal was, a cargo of drugs delivered at the docks, supposedly not one of his.

He investigated it from a distance, first check everything, then act...and of all people, you were also on about the cargo, why? fuck if he knows, you didn't tell him, but you had a copy of some keys...of course you wanted something.

You dispatch the enemies together, you take whatever your cut is of what you're specifically looking for, he checks the rest and can go back to tracking the lead and who the hell also wants to smuggle in this fuckass city. Easy, right? wrong.

Maybe easy. But he doesn't have the patience for your shit, and once they get to the objective, bleeding men behind you both, (he spared some, tied up, will interrogate later), he reaches out his hand when you supposedly made the gesture of giving him the keys...and then you didn't, back in your palm.

He glared at you, "What, scared I'll take your shit? don't need it. Open. The. Doors" and no, you didn't, you smirked, smug, "You didn't earn it yet"

His fists balled, pissed, he's not doing games, he knows how you are, he's not playing. "You got too many teeth to be playing games" he replied, hand out again, "Keys"

No, of course not, your annoying voice again, retorting despite the threat, "Yeah...no, you want them?" he heard you said as you jingled the keys, like some kind of stim toy for babies "Bark"

... He's going to break your nose.

"What?" he replied, you can nearly see his weirded out expression through his helmet.