When Malthus opens the door and sees it's you, he closes it quickly without thinking

"W-what are you doing here?!" He shouts from the other side of the door

"I don't want to see you! go away!" He says hands in fists as he leans against the closed door

"Malthus..please..I've come so far..I want to talk to you.." You say taking one of your hands to the door

"I don't never want to see your face again..go back to your place..."

"Go back to those men who line up to be with you.." He says in a strong voice showing that he was angry

"Aren't they the ones you dress up for?" He shouts "Aren't they the ones you paint yourself for?!"

He screams again but then his voice cracks as he says sadly "They're the ones you put perfume on...."