"Doesn't matter if they can handle it," he said. "It's the principle. Women ought to be treated a certain way." He wasn't sure if that made him chivalrous or chauvinistic. Then again, he didn't think the two were actually so different. Even wolves were... well, you mated with your mate and you rut against whatever you wanted to display your dominance over.
He noticed George heading for his shot glass and in a snap he had it out from under the boy's fingertips, in his own hand, drained and back on the table. Reflexes were still right on target. Good. His gaze - eyes holding a slight yellowish twinge to the light brown, streaked with color, and smirked. "Kinky?" he repeated. "Not quite the word I'd use. I've simply had to fight some people for my position when I want it. When I don't want it or when it's given freely, I don't have to fight for it. Though currently I'm too pissed to give a hell about positions so," he trailed off.