'You don't want to?' Sam, if he were his full size, would probably be pretty intimidating just now. His shoulders are up, his nostrils flared. Five or six inches tall, however, he's pretty sure he's not, and man, he never really realised how much he took his size for granted, but this is incredibly frustrating.

'What, you think you can just... steal my height and leave me knee-high to a fucking cat?'

With a certain amount of effort, he reigns in his temper, shoving his hands through his hair. 'Would you-- can you, like, sit down, or something? So I at least don't have to shout up so far to you?'