"Oh, ohhhhhhkay. You had to choose sides, yeah? Between your best bud Vaas... AND HOYT?"
He'd leant down next to her, having stalked so close to crouch and see the terror in her eyes, the sweat on her cheeks. Close enough to smell blood, her blood -- and get all riled up again.
Grabbng her by the throat, lifting as he stood, Vaas let out an animalistic growl.
"You think my job is easy, no? You think my job is allll fun and games, hah-- think you have it so tough. Oh but Vaas--,"
Insulting, he changed his pitch to be stereotypically 'feminine',
"I have to deal with so MUCH! My boobs get in the way, I have so much to do! And Hoyt Hoyt Hoyt oh Hoyt was SOOOOO mad!"
Losing his train of thought, continuing to squeeze her as he casually wrestled with thiught. Vaas paid no mind to the pirate he was slowly strangling. Muttering, under his breath, cycling back and forth his thoughts, audible for him and anyone that cared to listen.
"YOU FUCKING THINK. I AM NOT MAD? YOU FUCKING THINK. YOU ARE THE ONLY FUCKER ON THIS ISLAND THAT HAS TO DEAL WITH HIM?"
Finally, FINALLY, the pirate dropped his liutennant, huffing with his fingers pinched at his nose bridge. Like he'd not stabbed and manhandled his underling, more like a disappointed parent.
"No. I deal with Hoyt too. Fucking -- Pish Posh gringo, no no, you dont just deal with him."
Ignoring any protests she might have, Vaas simply grabbed the boot closest and began to drag, hopefully leaving a crimson trail behind from her wound. They needed to have a conference, a little chat, buddy to buddy. That was all he wanted to do. And maybe make an example of her, explaining in no uncertain terms what happens when you piss off the leader.
"You fucking deal with me too. Fucking have to remind these bitches -- YOU ALL FUCKING DEAL WITH ME TOO. EY. EY. LISTEN. YOU FUCKING DEAL WITH ME."