She gave him a steely look, "What's between us is clothes, George. I don't know why you have this compulsion to define everything. As for Dickslayer, he is a version of you, one I don't give a tiny rat's ass about except when it comes to keeping my sister happy. She already approved the face stabbing. It's not like I'm chopping off his leg." seriously, Saints made such big deals out of the littlest things.