I thought... I know, I made it very clear from the start, that our relationship was not intended to be exclusive. We aren't lovers, not-- not like that, we chose this as a cover.

[It grabs his face, forcing him to focus on it. It is far too drunk and angry to make its words pretty and charming, the cold, sharp core underneath harshly exposed in its tone.]

I wasn't programmed with-- I can't feel things like love. So don't act like the jealous boyfriend... it makes you look like a fool.