Badou took a deep breath, steeled himself and slid Mary's phone back across to her, looking her straight in the eye(s). He wouldn't go as far as to take her hand and declare this to the heavens but it was an intense gaze, make no mistake.

"I've decided. We're gonna have a movie night some time and I'mma show you both of those movies an that's that. You can bring the popcorn." He knew there was a shitton of movies and junk around the "entertainment" area so there was a decent chance some of those were around. Begrudgingly getting carried away with the idea he could admit to having a good time, and would look forward to potentially cracking inappropriate jokes during. If anyone could teach Mary pop culture references, Badou could.
"We can't letcha miss good ol' Mel in a skirt before the whole Jew thing."

But back to the matter of her darling bouncing baby boy fucking someone up defending mama's honor. She sure sounded confident, almost unnervingly so. Badou cupped his chin in one hand, gaze curious.
"How big was this other guy, then? Would puttin' bets on either of those two have made me the big bucks?" Mama's boy versus some unknown accidental tussler? Badou was sorry he'd missed the show and it probably showed. "Wait, this guy gotcha that badly an /you/ didn't kick his ass? Mama bear..." Tsk tsk.