Savage.
I brought the car to a halt outside my weak rusty gates.
" Can I ask you something?" I asked.
" No."
I was familiar with his mixture of irritability and icy heart.
" Aren't you embarrassed that I am driving and you are seated?" I questioned.
Last time he made a huge deal out of being saved. Citing that men don't like being saved. I bruised his ego and it's not something to be ashamed of.
If someone saved me I would be thanking them for not complaining and making a huge deal out of it. Anyway...
" What's there to be embarrassed about?" Be quipped, fixing his cold gray eyes at me.
" Your comrades would laugh and make a mockery out of you for having been driven by a woman." I elaborate.
" They are not my comrades, Savage. "
" You get the point don't you, your subjects
