Wesley harrumphed. He was so a good liar. She just didn't know it. Scowling even more he put the syringe down and began eating the cake, if only to stop himself from biting back or saying something he might regret. Give himself a way. She wasn't getting anything.
"I get you." Damnit. Having broken his silent pact with himself he sighed, shoulders slumping. "I get why you need sex, why you are the way you are, because I've been you. I have lived the exact same thing, but while he might understand you, he will never be you. So I'm... yeah I'm pissed off you got married to some blonde and I'm pissed - I'm just pissed, okay? For no other fucking reason and I'm irrational because I have a girlfriend who gives me complexes. So... shut up and drink your milk."