Pining after him like a dog. The phrase stuck in his mind, and he smirked. What a wonderful way to phrase it — like a dog. He was certain that he could find a way to use that against her, sooner or later; as if the mere admission that she wanted a recurrence of what had happened previously (was pining for it!) wasn't enough of a leap from where they'd been prior to the evening's start. No, this all seemed to be working out in his favor, and quite easily, too. He was disappointed in himself for having waited so long to push the matter on her, if she was going to cave in this easily. Of course there was still a thin pretense in her words when she spoke of a 'lapse in judgement,' but he wasn't fooled. She'd wanted to provoke him into taking her so roughly the first time, and she wasn't at all opposed to it happening again.

"You needn't be pining for long," he replied in a quiet, taunting tone. He twisted his hand around inside her grasp, so that he could wrap his own fingers around her wrist in an odd double-hold that might have been intimate if it hadn't looked so overtly adversarial. "I'll take you as soon as we return home — unless you don't think you can stand to wait that long, slut," he added with a sneer.