Here he was, doing her the courtesy of paying such a useless airhead a visit and all she could think to do, to repay his kindness, was to insult him? He frowned as he walked into the girl's bedroom, which really was just a decorated prison, his eyes scanning the room, across the girl beside him, taking in every little detail. Small annoyances where picked up and placed away for later. It was important that his toy knew just what she was to him. She could be easily replaced if she continued to displease him in this manner.
“...you’ve injured yourself?”. He walked over and roughly grabbed hold of her wrists, pulling her hands out towards him as he glared at the cuts in her skin, “Are you telling me that I can’t even leave you alone without you causing trouble like this?”, he snapped and glanced towards the floor where the scattered flowers still laid, “Those were a gift, Princess. Have you no respect for what others give to you?”