He kept his eyes on her, a bit angry and tired and not wanting to fight this out. Couldn't she just fucking accept it? Why did things always have to be her way?
"This is me keeping my nose clean," he growled. "And if you met Bellatrix today, then you sit there and tell me you wouldn't do anything she asked you to do if you had to."
He turned away from her and sat back down on the bed, running his hand over his hair.
"That's not going to happen, Mari. There's other ways. Believe me."