How expected. It would seem, in his experience, the ones that become burned beyond recognition are the first to stay at the end of an issue so that if one side goes under--they shall remain afloat. He didn't respond to her reason, "Coward." It was simply stated. He didn't think much of someone that gave in from their ideals once they lost. She still had her head, in his mind, and the monetary hold was only temporary so there was but one reason why she would say these things. "You're a sniveling coward." He released his hold on her and awaited the waiter's approach. "Wine. Something bitter, and something fine. Like my dear friend here." He smiled to himself and as the waiter made his leave the smile faded.

"Hang to the rear on all issues, Parkinson, and your parents will know you're a right coward even from where they stand." Once the wine was delivered, he'd drink heavily of it. "See? It's you? A glass, and I don't even feel a buzz. Perhaps your blood's been just as watered down with mud." His voice was low with the last remark and his eyes were cutting.