Yeah, she was pushing him. A little too much for his liking. Anger boiling it's way to the surface, Sam shoved her back to the wall as she finished her verse, slamming her into the brick forcefully. He knew it wouldn't bother her. He wasn't being nearly rough enough, in fact. Fingers digging into her shoulders, he did everything in his power to keep himself from striking her - hard - across the face. Oh, he wanted to do it. He wanted to screw her up so badly for insinuating that he'd ever become that, the 'Boy King', the damned monster that those demons had been so fond of yammering on about. He hated hearing that title spill from her mouth just as much as he hated hearing anyone outside of his family call him Sammy.
♪" It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums. People couldn't believe what I'd become." ♪
Ruby thought she was going to make him into something wonderful. The way he saw it? It was time for her to start digging up a new plan. He wasn't going to give in. There were other things out there for him to do. Like sell computers, a bitter voice chimed from the back of his mind. Great, now even his own mind was turning against him.
♪ "Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate. Just a puppet on a lonely string. Oh, who would ever want to be king?" ♪
Not him. He didn't want to be, not ever. He opened his mouth to tell her just that. But instead of singing, Ruby ended up getting something else entirely.
"Fuck you for thinking that I'd ev - huh?" His grip loosened on her shoulders and he frowned. The music was gone. He wasn't singing. He wasn't..."Fuck! Yes. Fuck. FUCK YOU L.A FOR YOUR FUCKING MUSIC." He released his hold and turned around, glaring at the streets triumphantly. "FUCK YOU LOS ANGELES - and you!" He wheeled around, shoving Ruby back to wall with as much force as before. "Never. Call. Me. Sammy. Again."