He'd not yet moved out of her reach: a foolish choice.
Marian thought about throwing herself at him, the entire weight of body would have been enough to make him hit the wall. Arguing with him was useless, and maybe plain and simple violence was the answer here.
"You turn my fucking head!" Marian snapped. "You're trying to turn me into something I'm not and-" She glared at him, breathing hard. "I almost wish you would just give in to whatever this battle inside you is. Do you know what it's like to spend every single day swinging wildly between boredom and terror? No, of course you don't. You don't even understand that the waiting for you to break is torture!"