You disgust me.

[She shakes her head, crossing over to his bed, and looks down at him. Her face is taut, her arms folded. There's no way to get out of this with her dignity intact, but that doesn't make it worth throwing all self-respect out of the window.]

If hitting you again will take the smugness from your look, believe me, I shall have no qualms. I suggest you hold your tongue and end this with all your bones intact.