“Heh,” is the first thing he says, grunting as Xanxus grabbed his ass and he lifts slightly automatically. “Gotta make sure everyone hears me, otherwise nothing will get done, Boss. Think about what'd happen if I went quiet for a day. Everyone would wonder who the fuck pissed me off properly and they'd be even more on edge, cause they'd assume it was you. Which means double the death until shit blew over.” Because if he isn't loud as all hell, something was clearly wrong with him and everyone needed to hide until it was over. “Shit, wonder if the weaker trash would just end up offing themselves before I got to them. Shit, I should do that for shits and giggles, Boss.”

Squalo digs his hands into the muscles of Xanxus's shoulders, though he smirks and removes them and quickly goes to unbuttoning his shirt. “Would feel better directly on your skin, Boss.” Not that he didn't have any ulterior motives, no, not at all. “Sides, the fuck do you even wear a shirt for if you're not gonna do it up properly, fucking hope one day you end up with frost bite.”