Haha, awesome
[Sawyer smiles, like this is funny.]
Still workin' on the whole threatening thing, ain't you, champ?
[He lets out a sharp grunt as the side of the drawer connects with his ribs, staggering a bit as it knocks the wind out of him. Instead of backing away or throwing another punch though he grabs for the drawer, sharp edges and all, trying to catch it and pull the brat closer.]