[ a flash of a wide grin and he's turning to avoid taking Tseng's head right to the nose. The boots he wears keeps the foot stomp from affecting him too much, but the rib jab rocks him back a step, though he tries to keep a hold of Tseng's arm, jerking it up harder while applying pressure right between his shoulder blades to push him forward. Hopefully anyway.]
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That's some dirty talk, Boss.