"Cass-" He stopped, shaking his head. "I might die. Actually no, I will die. Do you get that? If you don't, just talk to Allison. She can tell you what she's going through. I'll smile and tell people that we're just waiting for that cure, but that's very unlikely and I'll die. Do you think I'm worried about possibly spending a few days in a cell for beating him? Or is it because I might lose a job that I can't do anymore. None of it matters anymore."
He glared at the other man. "Don't even start with that crap. Did you see him? I could be comatose and half dead and still kick his arse. He's a ball of fat and I'm not above using it either."
James nodded. "Yes, they are. They are very simple. Someone will kick the crap out of him. If I do it, not much will happen, because I'll be dead soon enough. If Sirius does, then he'll have problems, although he deserves to throw the first punch. So yeah, I'm considering the consequences too. It just happens that the outcome is one I'll enjoy very much."