His mouth twists downward slightly in disgust and his eyes narrow as he uses his sleeve to wipe the spit off his lips and chin.

A wave of rage compels him to force his thumb into her mouth and yank her jaw open. He grabs the tip of her tongue between finger and thumb, grip firm, and pulls it out of her mouth, holding his dagger against it. He growls, an edge of manic insanity in his tone.

"Perhaps I'll cut out your tongue, then, hm? You won't be able to yammer on like an imbecile, or suck his cock, or spit in my damn face."