slamming my fist on the table over n over having direct instructions to make myself worse for my partner
"i know you were trying not to drink any more, pup, i know. but your body just gets so warm and pliable when you're drunk... don't you want me to have fun, too?"
"sure, five years is a long time to go without cutting, love... am i not worth five years to you, though? just a little, just enough to lick up your blood. come on, sweetheart - i know you wanna make me happy, just stop fighting it."
"you've never done anything harder than pot? well, i do this stuff all the time, so you should too. don't you trust me, mutt? that's right, good dog... you just put the dollar to your nose... goooood doggie..."