"Dainty?" He frowns with disgust at the word. This month alone, he's been in at least a few bar fights that he may or may not have started, so who does this guy think he is? "Show you fuckin' dainty, motherfucker."

Of course, then he remembers that he can't just start fist fights in public outside of bars. That's the sort of thing that will actually get his ass arrested. Instead of making a move, his foot slides a few inches on the sidewalk as he growls and then the little dog yips and bites his shoelace.

"God damn it." He tugs his foot away, but the dog just comes with it. "Are you serious?"