'No.'

He does not think he does. Misunderstand, that is.

'But yes, I despise you for it, and you cannot blame me, surely? You take what is not yours to take, and I am supposed to thank you, and-'

He breaks off. This morning, before their last encounter, he said he would take it as a lesson. That he should control his anger, and then bad things would not happen. But they happened anyway, and now, anger is all he has left to bring to this.

So now he mutters, more to himself than anything, 'maybe I should offer thanks, simply because you have not forced more. But I will not.'