[To Steven's denial, he rolls his eyes with a shake of his head that implies he doesn't believe him. Fortunately, he doesn't say as much.]

Well, let me be the first to tell you, I don't have a good side. [Was he even listening? Can he listen right now?] But if you want to be on the good side of this nasty old bitch?

[He gestures at him as he says it, which earns him a stare that would kill if looks were capable.]

Be my fucking guest, but I have no interest in helping you earn your grubscout insignias.