"Bubbling is an option, but yeah, verbally," she agrees. "Hey, Zane! Guess what! He's not extorting me for sex at all! Want to know why? Because he is not an asshole!"
"We haven't had sex at all!" hisses Adana. "Not that it is any of your fucking business!"
"I love it when people who have punched me in the face know things about my sexual history, personally, favorite thing," says Cam, glowering at Zane and hunching his wings around himself and rubbing the lightly bruised site of the punch.
"Oi! She is my sister, I will fucking defend her from crazy rapist demons!"
"Great!" says Adana sarcastically. "So you literally have nothing to defend me from right now! So kindly get the fuck out of my business!"
Cam sighs and continues the glowering-huddling-under-wings thing. He doesn't think his word is much good here.
"- You're fucking impossible to argue with when you are being so dense! Go away, take a few dozen chill pills, and do not fucking jump to punching people in the face!"
"Are you okay?" she asks, voice softening as she goes to check on Cam.
"I'm fine. It'll stop stinging in a minute." He drapes a wing lightly over her.
"I am so sorry about that. I didn't - think he would jump straight to punching, I should have - anticipated he would show up unannounced..."
"He is very good at punching things," says Adana with a hollow laugh. "It's kind of annoying."
"Has it caused problems directly before? You said he threatened, but."
"No, but I have noticed and now consider it annoying because he punched you."
"I mean," says Cam, "to be fairer than he probably deserves, if I thought someone was raping you I would also want to hurt them."
"Right, but he should - ask if that is what's going on rather than assuming and just jumping straight to punching."