( It certainly works to great effect, as Bones (gently!) flicks the tip of Jim's nose. Mood over, but he doesn't necessarily regret it: they just ought to get a move on. )
Please. You can handle scrubbin' your own ass, you menace. Your arms aren't broken.
( It's gruff, but more for the effect than anything. Bones steps up the pace on his own ablutions, leaving Jim to grab his towel and get a head start on drying himself before Jim needs his help. )
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Please. You can handle scrubbin' your own ass, you menace. Your arms aren't broken.
( It's gruff, but more for the effect than anything. Bones steps up the pace on his own ablutions, leaving Jim to grab his towel and get a head start on drying himself before Jim needs his help. )