He looks spooked and I'd feel bad for him if he hadn't made a point of calling me obscene names so many times. Mostly, I'd let it roll over me, determined not to be the one to start the fight, just the one to finish it. Until now, he's never given me the chance.

I lean back on the ropes, glancing between him and Mad Sweeney, who does currently look exceptionally mad. "I don't know if it's even worth it, then," I say, carefully measuring out my contempt. "I've been doing this for five years. He's been coming here and calling me names for...five months?" And between the trash talk, I don't know that I've seen him actually fight.