Look out for number one

She called him a fat ass and he responded first by grinding said ass into her shoulders then by cheerfully agreeing, "Nope, sure don't. Keep it up little gremlin and you're gonna get a noseful of what I had for breakfast."

Because he was quite happy with where he was at, Jupiter rode out (haha) the gremlin's tantrum. His expression was smug enough though his patience was waning. Where was Valentine? No seriously, where, because he was ready to fling the woman at him and make for the hills.

"Alright, hobbit, you asked for it." His face scrunched up as he bore down - and found that it was surprisingly hard to fart on command with an audience. Jupiter had just managed to work something up when Valentine arrived.

Immediately he aborted the fart - couldn't do something that undignified in front of the old man - and was displeased to hear what his grandfather had to say. Jupiter harrumphed. "What about girls who know about the slavers, hm? Because this obnoxious- OW!"

Instinctively he leaped to his feet as Echo's teeth sank into his right butt cheek. He whirled to face her with murder written all over his face and then glowered at Valentine. "She's all yours."

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”