"You're my partner, James," Jesse said, enjoy emphasizing the last word with a huff, "and no matter who it is, if anyone that calls you a Fairy-type, they're going to get punched."

Looking at the unmoving form of the grunt laid out on the ground, James felt admiration and support and, dare he even say it, love for his partner in crime as she advanced on the remaining grunt with murder in her eyes.

He could tell her about all of that later, though, because they had a battle to win.