I threw you off a bridge when we first met. [He doesn’t think any threats to the other meant anything any longer. The man had grown immune to every threat he made and every glare thrown his way.] You’ve never once kept your distance no matter my threats to kill you even when I had a sword drawn. [It was like they were magnetized to each other.

Did Dokja really think he was going to believe that an argument would put distance between them?]

I waited three years now for you to return; getting stronger. If you’re going to lie to me then at least make it convincing enough that having the lack of lie detection would trouble me.

[He’s visibly upset. Surprisingly patient despite it.]