"Shut up Raiden" he joked, punching her lightly in the arm and moving the final few steps closer to her, needing to get things back to friendly. Not about lapdances. Not about bendy practicly contoritonist electro thieves doing lapdances.
"I'm fine, I am gonna walk you back to your motel and get the rock salt going till Sam gets me some of those amulets, which you will then wear. But sleep, sleep is a good thing for definite" She'd be tired after the stripping.
No, not stripping, the job, the job she did that he disapproved of. Thinking of it like that was much less likely to make him punch something. And the only thing near him was the alley wall. And that would hurt.