Or, she wasn't even going to let him go at all. And she had just told him that he always had a choice. Who did she think she was, his babysitter? Scar watched her with a rather stricken expression as she moved to stand in front of him, not sure of how to articulate his frustration. It came out as more of an unclear grumble than actual words until he finally managed something (slightly) intelligent.

"I have been sick for days and have continued traveling at night as I have. I would be fine if they didn't have that bastard playing guard dog at the medical wing-" Scar cut himself off before he lost his temper completely. Despite Lust's calm tones, he was letting himself get worked up. He didn't have the energy for an argument with her.

"Fine." Scar sat back down as if to prove his point, frowning up at her. For someone who didn't want to be looked after, he greatly resembled a particularly stubborn child who'd just been put into time-out. "They had a guard there last night," he said stiffly, trying to make the comment sound as off-handed as possible.