"I'LL NEVER GIVE IN!" he shouted. It was almost cute, how little he cared about decorum or reputation. It stood to reason that anyone who saw him right then would lose any fear they might have had for him. It would be an unfortunate underestimation on their part. He could, laugh, of course! And tickle. And enjoy Boa's company. None of this made him different than the person he'd been when he drove up in a truck earlier that evening, but it did display the playful side of his personality that wasn't completely destructive by the same token.