Stuffing his face with enthusiasm he barely felt anymore gave him some time to mull over that. And with cake crumbs spraying he finally piped up. "No takesy backsies, mama bear, foxy is as foxy does. Glad you don't gotta worry 'bout rigor mortise an all." So this really was the ultimatum to continuing her life, then. No wonder she enjoyed this shithole so much, it wasn't like she had a Mardi Gras party to go back to. There were a lot of 'at leasts' and other such things on the tip of his tongue but he shrugged 'em off. Those had no use here.

His face softened when it was apparent she was having a hard time not launching into a motherly fueled pridefest, it was kind of cute. Thus he nodded and wouldn't you know it a bit of a smile twitched as she began. "Ahhh so your men didja damn proud. Liam Neeson woulda been hella impressed, twenty two years? Goddamn..."

His eye followed the movement of the phone and he retrieved it, holding it at an angle. "Heeey that's that one guy that was touchin that-" Badou's revelation squeaked to a stop as he remembered the very proud mama bear right across from him. Blurting out how he'd last seen the guy in some foreign fieldtrip with a little kid in his room probably wasn't a good idea.
"He's the guy that...touchin...touchin moment...he was touchin...a moment. Like in Braveheart. That touchin, h-haaaaah!"