"Oh, not at the moment." He might have, last night. And there were people who he enjoyed a good scrape with, people who he had had a good scrape with last night. Gannicus had been good, Isabelle, Dorian; Athos and Eowyn were both good for it.

But his mind flooded him with having to have Tris pry him and Ronan away from each other before they did something stupid, and then--then, later, seeing Ronan stalk off entirely, Blue close behind, looking honestly injured. Nothing could make that fight any more pleasant, nor watching Ronan's retreat less worrisome.

"I'm just saying. I could be picking fights. I'd much rather be in your bed."