::Max was white-hot seething rage Max. And if he opened his mouth, things would come out. Things would come out that would almost certainly result in more punching and biting.::

::So he ground his teeth and didn't say anything; he just breathed through his nostrils heavily. He was still all full of adrenaline and vinegar, and the pain in his arm was still deadened by the rush.::

::Max took three steps backwards, through the doorway, not turning around, keeping his eyes directly on Char::

::His eyes said: 'Oh Char, I love you, you love me, why are we doing this to each other!?!?' 'You've got weightlifting practice tomorrow, you dick.'::