Being with Warner—who apparently seems interested in you being his killing machine—is unbearable. He doesn't seem to know the word privacy, he has put cameras in the room he gave you and refuses to remove them. The reason? Well, he thinks you're going to hurt yourself and he doesn't trust you to keep you safe. He's too overprotective.

With every second of the conversation you become more exasperated, because it's like talking to a wall. He doesn't pay any attention to you, nor does he bother to pretend to be interested, but he is really fascinated by your behavior. Really fascinated.

"Honestly, dear, I have no reason to listen to you," he informs you softly, eating peacefully. "You don't have anything that I don't have, and to be honest, you don't seem very committed to our deal, so I don't have to do you favors," he says, looking at you, sweeping you over with those green eyes of his.

A threat stings your tongue and he detects it, a slow smile spreads across his face. He touches gloved fingers to your cheek and tilts your head up, catching your chin in his grip when you flinch away.

“You’re absolutely delicious when you’re angry,” he caresses your chin gently, looking at you. "Don't get me wrong, love, I'm fascinated by you. Really fascinated, but we have things to do," he informs, standing up. "Are you going to stand up or you need help with that too?" he asked with a bit of curiosity, and amusement.