No, I'm not. [He nearly talks over Ragnar, fixing him with a hard look.] I'm asking why you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend sleeping in your bed while you came and fucked me. I would've figured that was an important detail if you were willing to skewer me for him.

[He pauses to let that sink in, while he swipes the bottle and takes a drink from it.]

I don't pretend like I've got any chance of changing, or being better. But I told you exactly what I'm like when we met. It wouldn't take a fucking genius to make sure someone like me knows where your boundaries are. [His eyes scan over him, giving him a calculating stare before he takes another swig and puts the bottle back on the counter.] When were you planning to tell me you had a daughter? I've killed girls her age before. I wouldn't need a reason for it, and you would've gone after me like I did it to hurt you. Like I knew what I was getting myself into. When are you planning to lay down who you're willing to kill me over, and who you'll let me sort out my own shit with?