Exhaling slowly, he reminded himself that picking a fight was always a bad idea. He wasn't much of a physical man, he was better at sneak tactics and manipulation. Regardless, he still had a desire to smack Barty in the face as hard as he could.

With a small amused laugh, he turned to Barty with a twinge of a smile. Not really a nice or friendly smile either. "You should really leave me alone. No, really. Your point was made now get lost. Go forth and be a dick elsewhere. Hell, fuck Lucy if you want, I'm sure she's game. Do anything but come near me."

Because he really didn't want to start anything. Wars were such effort.