"Fighting is not the solution to everything, you know," Rex says as he wags a finger at Indrik half-heartedly. Indrik's breath is not normally so bad- smoky, mostly. But today he has been literally eating trash. He is, like the rest of the idiots in the immediate vicinity, a trash baby now.

"And I am not certain he would be capable of understanding that because he and I engage in play fights, others do with me, anyway."

Indrik mostly seems deeply confused by Maverick's sudden rejection of him, so just sits there with his head tipped and tongue hanging out.