Molotov can think of so many things, and none of them necessitate kicking him away.

She barely contains her snort, trades it instead for the more useful smile and eyelash flutter, then leans back with a spine arch just subtle enough to accomplish goals. Men, they're more predictable than a children's book you've read twice.

"They have their fun quirks. The brands, that's one. Pretty artistic, really, considering the surface space. Not the most sophisticated government I have ever come across, but they do have flair." They'd have to, to stick a hundred people in a themed death arena. "And they like to party, so that's fun."