You'll grant it to me?

[He repeats her, somewhat incredulously, and the lift in his voice could turn sour at any moment. Do you know who you're talking to?]

I'm not denied things that I want. And I don't wait for people to grant things to me. What makes you think you're the exception to that?

[His words are a little sharp, but he's still smirking, and he lets one hand--the right one--slip up a little, release its grip on her hip and push up at her side.]

Perhaps I don't want to wait.