[Another quick flare of Eferin-induced rage distracts Firo from asking just what that phrase means.]
Don't call me kid-!
[It takes him a moment to realize that there was a compliment in there. He rubs delicately at the sore spot on his cheek where Beat hit him; if he weren't immortal, he'd be hurting a lot more.]
...Er, I mean. ...Thanks. You're no slouch yourself. Feel like you worked off any steam?
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Don't call me kid-!
[It takes him a moment to realize that there was a compliment in there. He rubs delicately at the sore spot on his cheek where Beat hit him; if he weren't immortal, he'd be hurting a lot more.]
...Er, I mean. ...Thanks. You're no slouch yourself. Feel like you worked off any steam?