[Another hiss of pain. But once he releases her shouldor, her tone is somewhat annoyed.]

The biting is one thing, but don't rip my clothes, asshole. Can't afford to keep replacing them just because you've got a fetish for tearing them up.

[That's really not the biggest issue at this point. But seriously, it's bad enough she has to replace things that get ripped when she's working.]

Now, chill the fuck out already. Like your little pity-mate or whatever the hell he is, is even my type.

[She gives him a rough shove, trying to unbalance him while she's got a chance. If she can get enough distance between her and the wall she'll pull her arm back and give him a good punch right in the mouth.]