We are in the nineteenth century, so I see my wife as if she were my property, as everyone else does. You and I got married a few weeks ago and I've been manipulative but I can make it seem like I'm doing it because I love you.

We were in our room, arguing over the fact that at tonight's ball, you danced with another man out of courtesy. When you tried to leave and I grabbed your wrist.

I haven't finished talking to you!