There was no question that something underhanded was coming. Cyber Warfare did not play by ordinary rules. It was why Dom liked the freak of nature so much. So when she spit in his face, his grin only widened, a nasty show of teeth more befitting a mad dog than a man.
"Be glad he didn't remove your fingers altogether." The words were said without malice, more cheerful than threatening. It was the same when he dumped half of what was left in the bottle over Jane's had -- nothing personal, them's the breaks -- only to set it down in front of the pasty goddess before Dom bounced back up to his feet.
"Are we all here? We're all here! Good. Who's up first? Let's get this fucking show on the road! Merry fucking Christmas!"