[ Clyteus smirks. He touched a nerve; he got point blank threatened, not buffed off. Finally. A finger taps the table as he talks, speaking very deliberately. ]

This isn’t a power trip, sweetheart; my life and my money are about competing for what I want. I don’t play games that I don’t intend to win. You have connections? I do too. I know a friend who pays handsomely for fresh seafood, and I even get a bonus if I deliver it to his door. I have no desire to contact him again- I will more than contentedly walk away from this arrangement if you won’t concede where it’s demanded.

[ He puts his palms on the table, rises from the chair, and stares her down with unflinching determination, but not malice. Anger would indicate emotional investment, and he’s fed up with being screwed over more than his scaly feelings are hurt at this moment. ]

But if you threaten me, know that I won’t back down. I want what you agreed to; and what I’m owed at this point in our... complicated arrangement.