Step off the juice.

[He mutters, more firmly than before. Right now they're just two dogs barking through a fence, but the more the tension rises, the more his hand is itching to be around the kid's throat. He could use a hole burned through it, that might make him more pleasant company...]

I ain't got a problem with your family, get that through your head. I got a problem with you. So step the fuck off, or your daughter's fair game.

[A pause, and then a scoff leaves his mouth.]

Oh, that's right - you can't step off, can you?