Just like we both know that continuing this will get us nowhere.

[He shifts his weight, balancing between his feet. He doesn't shove her off, just shrugs his shoulder out of her grip.]

As much as I'd like to wring your neck - as much as you'd like to set me on fire again - everyone knows what you are, now. And they know how ugly I can be.

[They don't. He can be uglier. He knows it.] So lets not pretend this is still a game to be played.