"I'm no brute Alex, no matter what you think. You're sick and need to heal; but when you're better, you and I will get reacquainted! It's a long life Alex. I can wait." She turned her head slowly toward him, her look one of contempt. "'What's the matter Alex, doesn't the idea appeal to you? Well, no matter, you'll get used to it." "I want you out of my house," she ordered, her teeth clenched in anger. "You do, do you?" he taunted, chuckling. "Well, I might have expected as much. That's gratitude for you."
