"Guess you're right."

Normally he wouldn't have yielded to her pushin' herself like that so easily, but what right did he have to complain? Harvey turned away, resting his elbows on his knees and staring blankly at the door as he let out a long slow breath. "I really did want to kill you, Iron," he confessed in a low tone after a few seconds. "Wanted it real bad. And I wasn't gonna do it quick." He could still remember everything he'd fantasized about doin' to her, while he was lyin' trussed up in that cage. He'd probably remember it for a long time.