He snorts, amusement muffled by his anger, and can only shake his head. "Now that I'd like to have seen."

As pissed as he is to admit it, there isn't much he can do about that asshole. Nothing that wouldn't get him into trouble with the law or, at the very least, his therapist. He sighs, trailing off quietly for a second, scratching his eyebrow with his thumbnail. After a beat of silence, he clears his throat.

"...So. I was thinking about proposing to Lori," he drops on her suddenly, evidently out of nowhere, without easing the conversation at all. Which would probably have been a better idea since Lori's not quite even eighteen yet and there are a dozen other reasons it's a terrible idea.