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Doesn't say a word, but finishes up. The truth is, she's good at stitching small wounds. Battlefields are good testing grounds.

*looks down and studies her stitches* You'll probably have to take those out on Saturday or Sunday.

I prefer that to you bleeding everywhere until Saturday or Sunday.

Now, why did he stab you?

It would stop before then and I have no idea.

*looks up and him and stands up, turning her back on him and stalks to the bathroom to wash his blood off, clearly angry with him*

*follows* That man is unhinged.

*ignores him completely, washing every trace of his blood off of her skin, from under her nails, more carefully than she could possibly need*

I may have threatened him a little.

*actually looks at him for a few seconds as she starts to dry off her hands*

A little.

*goes back to not looking at him and walks into the living room where she sits in a chair, rather than the couch*

*follows again* I touched him with my knife. That's it.

*she meets his eyes and gives him a single word* Why?

He said things he shouldn't have said.

Such as? *truth buys him more words, more attention, with the sensation that it would be gone in a flash when he lies*

Pretty much everything that came out of his mouth. Mostly, he kept insisting that he's on a higher level than I am.

More details, please?

*frustrated sigh* He said he's yours. If we're talking about puppies on leashes, then yeah... He said unlike me, you've never doubted him. He asked how it feels to always be left behind. He kept insisting that he just had to assist you.

She sits and thinks about it for a while before nodding. "He is my man and I've never doubted him, that much is true. But it was not his place to say any of that to you."

He looks at her in disbelief.

Mab stands slowly and looks him in the eye. "I have many men and women that belong to me in the same way. They are mine before and above being anything else. Before being a husband, before being a father. He is allowed to know the way my mind words more closely and truly than any other I have ever known because I can trust him to always wish to seek what is best for me and always tell me the truth. There will be a file on my desk in the morning that describes every detail of the events that occurred that he can remember, including the things he knows I will make him pay for. If there is a recording of your interaction, it will be there as well. You're right, he's loyal like a dog. Completely and utterly. I will not criticize him for that. But he will pay a price for what he said and did to you that went beyond his right."

He narrows his eyes at her and sets his jaw.

She folds her arms and matches him narrowed eye for narrowed eye. "In order for him to be efficient, he must know me so well as to almost be a part of me. So that I can tell him to do something and know it will be done as I would do it and then not worry about thinking about him. Now if you have a problem with that, say it now."

"Nope, no problem here." His jaw is still set, eyes still narrowed. His tone is sarcastic and it's clear he does have a problem with what she said.

"Which is why you're being an asshole after lying to me." She's not going to give him the fight and walks into her office to sit at the desk.

"Then you should have left it at the lies," he shouts after her. He doesn't follow this time. Instead, he leaves to find his own solitary space.