OH! let’s see… ( he stood up— putting his hand under his screen to ponder sarcastically. ) you constantly poke at me, you SWEAR i am dependent on others, and treat me like a JOKE. AND YOU DISAPPEARED OUT OF NO WHERE.
( a small silence ) ...Me? (slowly, he stands) Besides our moment at the bar, do provide me with more examples of me doing you damage that is worse than what you'd done to me during my span as your prisoner.
( a tint of light blue revealed on his face as he felt his touch again—- but quickly shook it off as he glared back at him. ) i said it not like you’ve done any damage to me before…. ( huff. )
( with a frustrated, small growl, he placed his glass on the table then placed that hand on the side of Vox's monitor. )
Look at me properly and say it. Now.
( downing the rest of his drink to his comment, he reached over for the bottle and poured another round for them both. he then placed his hand back on the table. it was cold now. ) not like you haven’t done any damage to me.. ->
A bit harder for some to forget than others apparently. ( a large drink finished off the glass. He held his out for another refill. ) But for the sake of not ruining drinks, I'll set it aside...for now.
okokok, i may have gone a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 overboard. ( a nervous laughter presented itself—- his now free hand going to itch the top of his screen. ) we can like—- forget that happened.
( he squinted at Vox, that question being what made him retract his hand. ) Perhaps the parade, the television appearance, the electrocution, being made to watch you have sex, moments such as that. Had you forgotten?
I do... ( his brow furrows ) Though now I also wish to forget certain...sights and experiences I was made to sit through. ( a longer sip than before at the thought of his captivity. )