"No," Giriko said, bracing his arms in the doorway and leaning towards Justin. "Fucking hell no. If you really didn't give a shit, you wouldn't have been scurrying away like a rat every time I came into a room ever since that virus."

His glare deepened. "So stop being a fuckin' woman and man up. You wanna fuck me? Say so. Or you freaked out because you think your god don't want you to fuck men or some shit? I don't give a fuck. You're the only one here I can stand, and if you're gonna stop talking to me then this whole operation can just go fuck itself as far as I'm concerned. I ain't dyin' for fuckin' Noah."

He paused, his expression growing a little chagrined. He'd gotten into a bit of a groove there there, and hadn't meant to say that last part.