Re: Mat & Ren || The Docks
This is not the first time he's been told his lines are bad, and similar to all the other times he's been told the same the supposedly 'worst' of it doesn't seem to have any negative outcome on his getting laid. But it does irritate him, maybe because it's a reminder of the last person who told him that, and the lingering discomfort that he feels like he probably drove them away in some way that he doesn't really know exactly why and he'd say he doesn't care(which might be a lie, but it doesn't matter tonight).
Tonight there's a place to deposit his irritation, and he feels no compunction about pushing his irritation at previous mistakes into Matilda, who is, despite the fact that he's made her coffee multiple times and now seen her nearly naked, basically a stranger. She is also self-described as 'evil'.
He follows -- if you can really refer to it as following as when once inside the boathouse, he pushes her up against a wall without much concern for whether or not the wood is finished well enough to not cause scratches or bruises. He's been bruised before and he's bruised before, and at the moment he doesn't fucking care. She can leave with scratches down her back, and maybe he'll leave with scratches down his. It's been a while.
He also doesn't bother trying to prove he can have better lines. He doubts she's the sort of person to blush the next time she sees him making her coffee, but that doesn't mean the desire to give her good reason to doesn't exist. With his free hand, he wraps it around her neck. She won't have bruises unless she struggles, but it's firm enough to be serious. She said to punish her, and he's not feeling gentle. "I won't, unless you keep talking," he growls, and it's a promise and a threat all rolled into one.