"What the hell business is my affairs with Swann to you?"

To Jason, rage has all the familiarity of home and all of the pains of what that word means to him. His ears seem filled with rushing, his knuckles pulled into a sore clench. He takes one step to Stephen, two - the kind of stalking forward he would never try with Cyrus, but with Stephen, with the zit-skinned, baby faced tagalong he remembers from his youth, eternally puppyish, eternally naive and now self-righteous for it, he doesn't hold back that he walks moves breathes like a violent man.

"Are you really suggesting we go open season on who each of us has fucked? Is that how you want this to go?"