"Fuck off!" Faith slapped his hands away and held her nose in the air. "You could not! You're as weak as a baby kitten. You know, when they are all mousy and their eyes don't open. That's what you are!" She was pointing a finger in his face and teetering a little on her tip toes to reach it.
"Just 'cause you're so big and... Russian, don't mean you're so strong, mister."