Upsetting Antigone brought a sense of cold satisfaction to Cash's gut. He grinned at her, a little crooked. "Sure you will," Cash said. He stepped out of the alcove. "Maybe I'll go wild, too."

Because if she was tamed, then what did that make him? He'd never even been feral; perhaps he was like a niffler with a nervous disorder. It felt like an apt simile to him.

He had to go home, before he did anything drastic.