Cox was used to people shaking their heads, giving him glares, and moving on from his rants, leaving him to revel in just how amazing and genius that particular little outburst had been. One thing he didn't expect his opponent to do was grab him by his family jewels tight enough that he wouldn't need a vasectomy to ensure Jennifer and Jack were the only two kids he'd ever have.
He immediately buckled at the waist in both pain and surprise, his hands grabbing hold of Zoe's bulky coat at the shoulders to keep from falling entirely on her. His face twisted in pain as he growled with the effort not to yelp or make an equally embarrassing noise.
He... never thought he'd say this, but apparently Jordan's hands weren't as strong as she thought they were. He couldn't wait to tell her that one.
Cox didn't notice the weapon strapped to her leg. Both of his hands shot down to hers as he finally managed to stay somewhat upright on his own two feet, and he tried to pry her fingers away from the fabric of his scrubs pants. "With... all due respect there, lady... maybe you should let me... let me buy you dinner before we go straight to third base..."
He wasn't about to apologize, and for two reasons. One, he didn't apologize, as principle. Not unless he honestly and truly felt he should, because even he had morals sometimes. Two, he was still convinced this was some kind of prank, and he didn't want to delight whoever might be hiding around the nearest corner by begging the woman who had hold of his balls to let go.
At the sound of someone else's voice, Cox broke through the sheer agony he was in to glance over his shoulder at the source of the voice. If possible, he managed to snarl a little more once the well-dressed man opened his mouth, despite being somewhat grateful inside (not that he'd ever admit it) that he'd interrupted.
"With no due respect or thanks whatsoever, hotshot, I think I'll choose to treat my own jewels..."