[He has no doubt that was supposed to be scary or threatening or something, but all he could think of was how rich Aracely would be if she were here right now. He had no doubt she'd force the even devil himself to pay the swear jar for each curse word uttered in her presence.]

Didn't realize this was a competition. Was I supposed to care about your credentials? Tremble a little? Go green at the mention of guts? Yeah... [He shrugs.] meh.