[oh, he wishes so much that he could've captured that exact moment, the moment when she was wounded and confused before it turned to anger. he wants his original to see it, but the fallout will just have to do.]

So violent over just a few words. Sticks and stones. [he sing-song, but notably doesn't lean into her space again.] But it was my mistake again. I keep forgetting where I really like to stick it. [he tips his head and smiles, asking for it.] I only slept with women like you as part of my cover. Well - maybe not women like you.