"Yeah, yeah, just give me the damn ice pack," Don groans, melting on the couch as he rubs his jaw, pointedly ignoring your barely concealed giggles.

How he'd let his guard down enough for Chance to get in a punch escapes you, but apparently, Don had been so surprised that he just stood there blinking at the lucky bastard for a solid minute.

You weren't there, but judging from Don's sour mood, Chance must have gotten away again.

Don takes the ice pack from your hands in what's almost a snatch, but just a tad too affectionate to fully count as one.

"How that piccola merda managed to get me this badly is beyond me..." He grumbles, crossing his arms and looking not unlike a kicked rottweiler. "Do you think he's been hitting the gym or something? Should I put guys outside of every gym in town? ... No, you're right, that's stupid."

You didn't say anything, but Don's probably not in the mood for semantics, especially since he appears to have just bitten his tongue, if the stream of obscenities that spills from his lips in several different languages is any indication. In fact, you're sure that he only knows how to swear in Mandarin and nothing else from the language.

After thirty seconds of colourful language, he stops, takes a breath, and sinks further into the couch, grumbling to himself before looking up at you with the best puppydog eyes he can muster. "Dove, amore, tesoro, my diletto," Don's voice drips with molasses as he rattles off all the terms of endearment he can think of off the top of his head. "Will you call up that place I like that does the really good Pad Thai and get it delivered?"

Harmless requests like that always throw you off, but you nod, sitting next to Don and pulling your phone out, ordering the food, plus a few recent additions to the menu to try.

"You're the best, Dove." Don rests his head on your shoulder for a moment, before evidently getting a bad idea and pulling you into a kiss before immediately pushing you away with a look of sheer horror on his face. "Kisses taste different because of the blood in my mouth..." he looks like someone just told him that a litter of baby bunnies was just left outside all alone in the snow.

"I can't even kiss l'amore della mia vita!" he exclaims, shaking your shoulders as you try to get the blood taste out of your mouth.