"Oh. You don't know a goddamn thing."

And now for the real dick move. He straightens, nodding down towards York's clearly armored feet.

"Shoe's untied, by the way."

He isn't wearing shoes with laces, but he still manages to make it sound utterly convincing. Like it really could be untied, like maybe he should check just to be sure--

And a second later he launches himself forward, a hand at his hip swiftly drawing a blade and bringing it up to swipe in an arc just under York's jaw. Best friend. Yeah. He'd fix that.