Which you had no right to do so! [His color flared, reaching a coral pink against his cheek. There it was again, that humiliation -- lesser than Danger enacting as an educator to him, perhaps, but still present. The idea of being exposed to her, his intimacy a set of data for analysis.]

Your prying into my personal affairs suggest a teensy bit more than mere control issues, Danger. [The heat of his voice swirled down an umbrage of focus anger, burning so hot it seemed to cool.

He lifted his chin, imposing fictional height -- he was still shorter than Danger, especially as she stood before him.]

It's quite human, to harbor fantasies. I wouldn't doubt you share some yourself.