"I know what a fucking piton is," he snaps, glaring at her with eyes that don't look altogether right. The whites of them are yellowing and they look tired, to a degree even sick. "Are you trying to break a record for most questions asked? Wait. Don't answer that. It's my turn to ask one."

He stops and turns slightly her way. "Mind your own fucking business."

Did he think that would be enough to stop her from throwing out a couple more? Not really. But he can't help but do some wishful thinking.