You virtually--" He paused for a softer word than the one that had risen to his lips, and she took it away from him.
"Forced myself on you--that's what you meant to say," she cried, the flags of battle painting her cheeks.

"Go ahead.

Don't mind my feelings." "All right; I won't," he said decisively, realizing that the discussion was in danger of becoming a vituperative, schoolboy argument.

"You have insisted on being considered as a man.

Consistency would demand that you talk like a man, and like a man listen to man-talk.