[Hector grunts as Isaac's icy foot prods him, and he cracks open his eyes to scowl at him.]

You've got a pretty face too. You have to know that. If you didn't act like a fox come into the hen house when you walked among them, they wouldn't flee from your presence.

[He's defensive, having been kicked and teased. His plan is a fine one, and it could work if Isaac let them give it a shot. He rubs the spot at his side where Isaac's toes had touched, trying to warm it with friction.]

I won your favour. Who's to say I couldn't do it?

[Isaac had been satisfied by him, had he not? He can shove his sarcasm. Hector's not going to fuck someone else, but he bristles at the implication that he couldn't.]