Evan rolled his eyes at John. Ten minutes was still cooking. Evan did not cook; he didn't want to burn the flat down and be homeless.
It took him by surprise when John reached out and grabbed his shirt. He hadn't expected him to. At least not this soon. Normally it took them both longer to boil down to something physical. His hand reached up automatically to push against John's chest and he pulled back, trying to break the other man's grip. "What the hell do you care?" he demanded, angrily. But he was also confused. What the hell did this chick have over John? John didn't care about anyone but himself! Evan cared more about other people than John did. "She's damaged. She's used. No one wants her anyway. You're the one who broke the deal, not me. I said I'd leave her alone only if you did, but you didn't. You went and fucked it all up worse by fucking her. Now she'll think she matters to you. She doesn't matter to anyone. Deal's over and she's screwed. But I doubt you'll ever find out anyway to 'hunt' me down. I'm not scared of you, mutt."
"You never answered. Is she diseased too now? Did you just give us more of a reason to fuck her. I can think of several things to do to her before we just... hurt her, as you say."