"Do you think you're doing something clever right now?" Grey growled.
"Clever? You think I need to want to be clever to give you a fuck you. If you don't kill me, I pissed you off. If you do kill me, I pissed you off. That's as far as the cleverness goes. I don't fucking like you."
"Great. Because I can't fucking stand you. Just like I can't fucking stand anyone who doesn't know how to paint between the lines. Is it that difficult to not walk around the world like it owes you something? Is it that hard to just take what you deserve and nothing more? Is it that hard to make a friend without weighing whether there are better options you can trade them in for—?"
"You sound like a fucking child."
"I sound like someone with morals and principles."
"Whoopdie fucking do, mr. 'Morals and Principles.' News flash, you'll have your breaking point just like everybody else."
