[ The transition from bemused to amused is a fluid one, and despite the imposing figure Nathan's trying to paint Ian doesn't seem particularly affronted. ]

Alright.

[ He agrees mildly enough, rounding the table with a screwdriver in his hand. ]

I'll hit you if you want, man, but I'm like 97% sure that's not gonna work. Like- so, mine... nothing to do with fighting. Look.

[ He holds up the screwdriver. The end of it transitions slowly from flat head to... the prongs of a fucking fork. ]

Try not to let your mind be blown the fuck away, I know it's a struggle.

[ Punching wouldn't make that happen. If Nathan still wants him to... ]