She sighed. You're not without fault, but you're not rotten. Although you're very disorderly. You're pigheaded, cocky beyond bearing, arrogant. She stopped when she realized she'd just said the same thing three times over. You have a troubling obsession with vigilante justice. She cleared her throat. Well, I'm sure there are things you don't like about me. You're not naked, and you're not under me. His voice was thick with passion.
~ Dana Marton