"You dishonor her," he says, tone dangerously quiet, because even though he's so angry that it hurts he is not going to be the one to let the rumors spread. They're doing enough of that on their own.

"You do her a disservice, you disgrace her, and she thought that you were fucking ashamed of her." He delivers the last words like a slap and backs up, rolling his shoulders and freely letting the anger and temporary hatred roll off of him in waves. "That's your cross, Marshal."

Have fun with that while he goes to anger management classes, you dick.

"Yes Sir."