Anders was swaying a little as he walked over, within range to deliver a rib-kick of his own, but he didn't.

"You say you love her," he said, a little muffled since he was still holding his nose. "If you really do, you won't pull that shit again. If you don't --" with a scathing glare that hinted he leaned more toward that theory -- "you're not gonna get the chance to hit back next time."