Right. Because if he should decide to fly into a violent rage, the chair would stop him. He continued to smile at her as he casually lifted it in one hand and chucked it behind him. Then he took a step forward.

"These communicator things get old for me pretty quickly. They've got these little buttons, and I have," he chuckled, "Big hands. So I figured I'd get to know you in person."

Weird, he was hoping that she would have seemed more scared. But knowing the Runt, he'd probably picked a skirt that could put up a decent fight. So this was going to be one of those all-day things.

"Now that you've fucked your way into the family... you and I? We're going to be real close." He took another step. "I feel closer to you already."