“You’re such a bad liar.” “Why do you want to grab food?” “Because you’re hungry and tired and you’ve made your fucking point. Do you like sandwiches?” “I love sandwiches.” “Good. You’ve had enough ice time today, and I’m cutting you off.” “And if I don’t agree?” “I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here,” he tells me without hesitation. “I don’t think you could lift me.” “Is that a challenge, Red?”
