[Dodger leans down, until their breath is mingling and Ragnar will be able to smell the mix of ash and bourbon on Dodger's tongue. His forked tongue flicks out like a snake's, darting across Ragnar's lips before he gives him a cold smile.]

I loved you. From the moment we met. And I still love you. Seems like people fall in love with you wherever you turn, huh...

[His eyes scan over Ragnar's face, sizing him up, judging the hatred and holding himself back from the sheer excitement that expression gives him. He really is trying to control himself, trying to get what he wants to say across, but every inch of him is shivering with desire to let Ragnar go and keep egging him on.]

I want to regain your favor. That's what this is about. And I'm not leaving until you give me a chance.