He didn't even want her to ask nicely. There would be some satisfaction in her bowing down, yes, but he wanted her to give in to him, not ask to be let go.
A look of confusion crossed his face, scrunching his skin as he shook his head. "Of course I remember the marriage, even though it was a forgettable afternoon." Their wedding hadn't been much of a ceremony, more obligation than anything else, and he'd been drinking with Rabastan but he hadn't been that intoxicated. Ridiculous. Why did she even care about that?
He paused again, taking her in, fingers dragging down the disjointed bark until he placed them on her cheek. A tender touch until he cupped the side of her face, a bit rougher again. "I think your actions can do better." This time when he leaned forward, he did it to press his body against hers, not to keep her caught.