Shæ rolled her eyes. "You like getting high on scaring at other people dont you? Whatever Seth. We all know that. The sooner you leave, the sooner we get the fleece back. Savvy?" 

Val glared, emerald eyes burning. She wish she could melt a hole in him. She stepped out and crossed her arms. "Hijo de puta. Don't mess with my fire or you'll find youself in nothing but your birthday suit." Val had often found that public humiliation was a better weapon than physical warnings.