He thanked her for the sandwich and spun the bag of chips around to face her, before taking a bite. He considered that thoroughly. No, he couldn't play hero again. He had more on his plate than he could deal with, and as kind as Candy was, she was only an acquaintance. "You better not serve y'self up to him." He muttered. "Be your death. You got y'man to think 'bout, 'fore you get any crazy ideas. Not only dat, chere..." He took another bite of the sandwich and chewed it thoroughly before he finished his sentence, "but you know I ain't de only one gunna stop you. I ain't doin' no more wit' him if I can help it, but he gunna come after my ex next, I t'ink. He gunna start small. He gunna start wit' her kids. Maybe her husband. If he don't start wit' her, he gunna start wit' my pirate friends, or Artan." He shook his head.
"Or de poet." He huffed a sigh and shook his head. "Dun matter who he goin' after, petit, but he gunna go after someone. An' he don't even got to do it hisself."
He smirked. "But you can use y'ladylike charm t'help though. Got under his skin, an' he might go f'dat. Wonder if he'll wash his hair f'you."