"Surprise, I have a temper. The attitude I've been getting from you isn't helpful either," he would be the first to admit he wasn't perfect. Since he'd left the service, he'd let his discipline slide a bit. Russ got out the silverware while Noctis scoped out the goodies in the fridge. There was sour cream, crumbled bacon, and Russ' favorite, salsa. "Would you hand me the salsa, please?"