Coughing, you rose slowly to your feet, not wanting to give Vespa a reason to slam you into the floor again, or worse. "So, I can't help but notice that you're saying a lot of 'I should', but aren't doing a lot of it. I'm hoping there's a good reason for that. At least, good for me, since you haven't ripped my heart out already," you inquired of the angry elite.