[ evan doesn't notice the almost-comment, the one that would have been followed by a punch to the jaw hard enough to break something, and maybe not just the workbench. as long as he doesn't hear it, all he can do is wonder, and right now he's not in quite enough of a killing mood to think too far.

david closes the space and evan thinks about what he can say. he's always in the mood for blood, but like he said, david hasn't been that much of a pain in the ass lately. ]

Could get on your knees.

[ and that is almost a joke, because of the way he snorts after it, because he knows david's not about to do it. ]

Could go bust up all those fuckin' drones on my property, if you're up for it.

[ one hand lands on david's upper arm, pulls him in a little closer, twists it a little to push a little more difference in height. ]

Or get your ass on the table.