A flare of victory blooms in the pit of his stomach when she breaks, but it curdles when he realises what she's doing. He kicks at the firewood in her arms with his steel-capped boot.

"Don't you touch that wood!" How dare she, after insulting his fires and his control over them? How dare she think she can join him like a comrade? It makes with

"The reason you get insulted is because you're dense! Do you think I want to spend half the night with you treating me like an idiot who doesn't have any self control? Do you think I want to listen to you whine and chide me for enjoying myself? You're not coming near my fire! Get back to your woods."