[ Ow! Ow, Kenzi, your punches hurt. She gets him right in the kidney and he ends up flopped on the floor drunkenly with a little yelp. He wasn't expecting anything good, but he wasn't expecting a punch, either, and he looks up at her in a wounded sort of fashion, wrapping his arms around his stomach. ] I know you wouldn't take 'im from me, dumbshit. [ Look, she punched him, he's mad. ] That was the wolf, I ain't had control of it - that weren't even the point.

[ But she's being pretty clear, so Jesse's anger sort of abruptly fades and he curls up in a ball on the floor. Way too drunk for this shit. ] Whatever. M'an asshole, what's new.