"On the count of three." Dorian spoke turning so he could get a better kick in.

"I highly doubt you are always a bitch, that is like saying I am always cracked. I have moments of clarity. And if bitch you be, I care not. I simply have no one else from back home. Diana is a fine woman, yes but she is not someone I think I could allow myself to befriend as a peice of home." he admitted before taking a breath.

"Alright," Then he counted to three and kicked as hard as he could, it was like kicking a brick wall so quickly "FUCK" flew from his mouth. He rarely popped that word out.