Well, you know, when I went in, being held at knifepoint was part of my clever plan to take him off guard. I had him right where I wanted him, the whole time.

*Sarcasm. Maya's good at that. Could you tell?*

It's a good use of time, and energy. Not only does it defend our home, but it also saves me on therapy and prevent me from accidentally shooting an exploding arrow into Eponine's breakfast.

*Nope, not bitter at all.*