"You know, I'm not you, Anna. And it's a good, damn, thing that I'm not. Because apparently you go around and bed down with anything that says so. Even when they say, sex can't simply be sex." More fool him. He should have stayed with that. He should have stayed with No. He was making a crazed attempt not to get angry to the point that he lost control. His words were point and crisp, though rolled with that borrowed brogue.
"Let's just say I don't then. I'll treat you like I treat everyone else. And this will be done." He wanted so much to just reach out and... Heal the scrape. But he dare not touch her. The want to shut her out needed to stay right where it was.
"I told you things that I've never told another living soul." He spat out as he turned toward her. The anger just didn't want to let go.