"Yes, yes, I live to serve you," he muttered sarcastically. It wasn't that he minded fighting her; he actually enjoyed it, and it certainly passed the time. But it would be nice for her to ask occasionally.
Eliot had been studying hard at his sign language; he still made mistakes, but he could usually understand what she said. He signed 'please' back at her with a smile. "Kez wants to know if you'd like another beer while she's getting drinks."