"Go fuck myself? No, thanks, but I'm sure you have plenty of experience with that yourself. All those lonely nights. D'you abuse yourself? Spank off to all those memories of old girlfriends who saw what you were fast enough to know when to run?" asked Bob with infuriatng calmness. "Sssh, pal. The grown-ups are talking."
He nodded at the blond man. "Relax, friend. I won't do a thing to harm this pipsqueak. Unless he tries something. Which I gotta warn you, he probably will. If this ship has a brig, might wanna make use of it..."
Bob turned to Naima. "Just who IS this cunt-dragon?"