[ He's been holding these things for a while, he is already a little itchy. But then, he's always a little itchy. It's not even worth noting most of the time, until it really starts to overheat and spiral out. That's when he'll start looking for trouble. At the moment, he is about as calm as one might expect him to be. He smiles up at her work amiably, there's a part of himself that is very in to the gaudy pink throwup of Valentine's Day. He'll let her out later. ]

Lookit this gal, always lookin' for a chance t'stab me. I like it.

[ He's not even being facetious. ]

Brought ya a little token of my esteem, an' all that shit.

[ Ta-da, flowers. He thought the pink ones suited her big girly grin best, so that's what he picked up. ]