Athelstan hasn't really completely recovered from whatever Dodger's door trap had done to him. The main affects are gone but how he had felt during it still had him reeling not to mention what had actually happened with Dodger. He was confused and hurt by Ragnar's response. It isn't the most logical response but Athelstan isn't in a logical frame of mind in the least anymore.

Maybe he's not making much sense. "We have been intimate but you have never... I wanted you to..." the words don't seem to want to come out and he deflates feeling a bit helpless that he can't make himself explain in further detail -- frustrated that Ragnar doesn't understand what he means.

"Dodger... he... made it seem like you gave him permission to fuck me again," Athelstan murmurs and the words are easier in that sense. He felt his eyes burn and he kept his face tilted away from Ragnar's eyes so he wouldn't see. "He... He asked me to come over tonight. I wanted to kill him and I tried," he looks down at his wrist where he'd been burned for the attempt.

"I..." his words faltered. "He didn't stop."

It's not the most coherent retelling of the night in the least or of his feelings that had built up even before the night. He's confused and the feelings of insecurity and inadequacy are hard to articulate, to allow himself to do so.