[Fox's lips curl into a thin smirk, a flicker of something sparking in his pale eyes. As always he's an animal on the offensive and unlike most who challenge Ocelot, the old man knows that Gray Fox isn't all bark - like an unpredictable dog, he could bite at any instant.]

Perhaps so... But I have no intention of explaining myself to Jack as to why your bloodied corpse is streaked across the floor once I'm finished.