[Ragnar's eyes remain on the river as Dodger speaks. When he still hasn't taken a seat by the time he's done, Ragnar slowly pushes himself up onto his feet. He took a moment to shrug the blanket into a better position around his shoulders unhurriedly and gave Dodger a bittersweet smile that didn't come close to reaching his eyes. He was done with the act, done with pretending this was about wanting an apology.]

You are right. He probably would not listen to you... [Ragnar shrugged a little.] Why should he? [The muscle in his jaw strained as he grit his teeth together.] Actually, we did speak, he and I. I cannot say for sure, but I would guess that the reason there was no problem the first time was because you drugged him.

You know, Dodger. [Biting his lip, he leaned in closer, close enough to practically whisper the words in his ear, lightly trailing his thumb along Dodger's hip.] That is also rape.

[He tilted his head to lock eyes with Dodger, his gaze cold, calculating, predatory.] You want me to punish you? [The corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk, one that completely lacked his usual warmth and playfulness. Once again grazing his thumb over Dodger's hip, he leaned in a little closer, almost like he was going to kiss Dodger, but instead snapped the power dampening collar on him, leaned back and headbutted him as hard as he could in the face with a snarl.

He shrugged off the blanket, throwing it in Brink's direction as he reached for the axe at his side.]