How could she doubt him? She didn't know what he was going through. How could she, a bitch riding atop society know ANYTHING about him!? He looked down his nose on her, fully using all 2 inches of height he had over her to make sure she knew he was displeased.

There would be hell to pay later. Try wearing so many layers when one of them is covered in ink, he thought menacingly.

"I'm sorry you think that."