Had there been any food left in Barret's mouth, he surely would have choked on it. Instead, he merely clenched his teeth and averted his eyes down to his food. If looks could set aflame, his food would be charcoal.

"You're tryin' to fuck with me on purpose, aren't you? You must be bustin' a gut on the inside, you and Reno's sick and twisted humor. Well it bugged me earlier, but I ain't about to let you tug my strings no more. Say what you want to say to me, I ain't gonna be bothered by it no more. What you and your little Turk do is y'all's business, but I ain't ever gonna let you see me in no compromising position, so you can get those sick fantasies out of your head." His hands were fists as he continued to try and keep his cool. He wasn't prepared to surrender it, least of all to Rufus.