No one is a person, we just want to think we are. Everyone is property unless they own someone else, that's why he lives under your roof.

[And then he's being dragged and no, that isn't acceptable. With a growl of frustration he teleports, giving Ragnar that now-familiar feeling of the world exploding and reforming. He's brought them back to their original spot in the kitchen, except now Dodger has managed to move them so that Ragnar's back hits the floor, and Dodger lands on top of him. With the skin on his hands burning hot he grabs Ragnar's hands and shoves them off, pinning his wrists to the floor.]

You know I hate using force on you... It's hot, pretending you can push me around. [His eyes narrow, and his temperature is high enough now that his breath is visible even in the mild air.] If I have to break your hands to get a fucking word in, I will. But I don't want to. You are fucking beautiful, it would be a damn shame to fuck that up.