[Badou groans and rocks slightly in his chair] You're killin' me, mama bear. You an I both know you'd could rock shitty spandex an 80's legwarmers an still be smokin'.

[He offers her a half grin and a hand on her shoulder, pat. pat.] Yeah, I know. You're the fuckin' stray whisperer, able to translate that much an still have the guts to take it. Me an him woulda had words an probably fists. [Not to mention dynamite. Which, they had, he just hasn't put two and two together]