"I don’t know what you’re saying," Y/n almost screamed in frustration, and he smiled, a feral showing of teeth that bore no resemblance to his normally beautiful smile. He signed again and quite abruptly grabbed her upper arms and kissed her. Hard! His tongue forced its way into the tender interior of her mouth, assaulting and insulting rather than caressing and loving. There was nothing remotely affectionate in the embrace, nothing but contempt and anger.

"I said," he told her scornfully, when he lifted his head to end the vile kiss, "that since you refuse to leave, you might as well make yourself useful!"