he's gonna start a war

   archer voice, probably.                          “——are you not?”

          “I hope a bird poops on you.”

"Really-? I’d be more convinced if you told me you ate dick on the weekends." 

    Either she’s messing with him or she really means it—

        It’s all more or less for the reaction than personal gain.

             "Nice try, but I am very comfortable with my sexuality."                He puffs out his chest and straightens up a little bit,                letting out a huff before he carries on speaking.

          “Yeah, you know what, Tex— whatever thing            you think is going to happen here? It’s not,            so I really, really suggest you walk away.”

She can already feel the cold settling in under her gloves, and she takes a deep breath in through her nose.

                       No rash decisions, Kuo. You’re still a fugitive.

          “For your own sake.”

        "C'mon now, darlin'. Sweet thing like you's          gotta give at least some guys a chance.  I          ain't too bad in the sack,   even if I do say          so myself."

He's just asking to  be injured at this point, there's absolutely no denying it. And there are plenty of women in Seattle who would thank her for wounding his ego ( and him )  honestly.

"I think I’ve been blinded."

"Can you not, boss?"

"Put a damn shirt on."

     ❝Oh, really? Because I feel like       I’m talking to a dick—— oh, wait.❞

                 "I am not fuckin' standin' for this bullshit."