Laurent snarled, throwing the pillow he'd been holding earlier at Damen's face. He got up, pacing as he tried to contain his temper. "You're an entitled, spoiled, selfish person, Damen. All your honor and honesty won't counteract that, because you think you're entitled to have me sweet and simpering in your bed."

Overturning a table in his fit of temper, Laurent wheeled on Damen again. He wouldn't let himself flee the situation again, which meant he had to fight it out, which had yet to work well for him. He was increasingly aware that whenever he lashed out verbally at Damen, Damen lashed back.

"Why do you keep saying that?" he demanded, seemingly out of nowhere.