He kneads those little handfuls of Squalo's backside, considering the thought for a moment. A slow dark smirk lies across his lips the more he thinks about the idea. It sounded like an idea way to cull all the worthless shits from their ranks before they fucked things up for everyone. "Sounds like a fucking hilarious idea, but I doubt you could keep your fucking mouth shut for that long. You probably wouldn't last a day."

His dark smirk slides into a harsh scowl and one hand goes from a massaging to an utterly unforgiving pinch. Mostly because any fuck with half a brain knows that his scars are all because of frostbite as it is. He was fucking lucky he fell out of the ice and kept all his fingers and toes. "Watch it, scum, you're straining my good will. I'll wear what I want, how I want. I'll go around fucking naked if I want to. You don't bitch about my wardrobe choices and I don't break your face in 17 places. How does that grab you?"