Sy's too slow to dodge getting jabbed, and legitimately cringes away from Clem's sharp, needle-tiny fingers. But then he also laughs, albeit the weak sort of laughter that happens when your head feels like hot garbage.

"Like a fuckin' fox," he concedes. Sy grabs her jabby hand, and traps it in between his own. "You challenging me to a fight, Decourt? Because I gotta be honest: I'm way too fucked up to kick your ass right now."