Malcolm wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but it sure sounded like Will was requesting more. So Malcolm provided. He kept up the violence for a while longer, but he was pretty exhausted and his own knuckles were covered with blood. It was mostly Will's but some of his own too. Will was immobile sure, but he still hurt to hit, the fucker.
He stepped back and admired his handiwork, smiling. "I'm going to go ice my knuckles," he said. "But I think I can manage to avoid bothering Evelyn today. We'll see about tomorrow. You're fine there, right?"