Seth was inordinately pleased by Kitty trying to fight back. This was what he liked. It was about seeing how far he could push before she snapped, one way or another, and he could read the flicker of her desperate desire to just shut him up as clearly as neon.
"No one agreed. You made the choice. They all would have supported you, just like Sean would end up staying with you if you weren't such a delicate, chaste little flower." She was doubting, and he thrilled to it. He hadn't come in here expecting he could crush a budding relationship, but she reminded him of that whore enough that it was like--fixing something. Maybe if he'd done this to that bitch in the first place, none of what happened would have been. Maybe Jonah would still need him.
"I'm right. I'm psychic, remember? If you don't believe me, you're being a willful idiot again. Should I ask Sean? He's right over in that building. I could be knocking on his door in five minutes." Seth eased closer, this time uncomfortably so--uncomfortable for him too, but he knew it'd be worse for Kitty. "It's exactly like that."