"You've lost your damn mind!" Angel whirled around, and began walking towards the door.
Ares stared at her, unmoving. He was curious to see what she was trying to do.
She got to the door, and tried to open it. It didn't budge.
Letting out a hiss of frustration, she angrily turned to him.
"Open the door."
"Tell me about the diamonds," he said.
"I don't know anything about your filthy diamonds."
"You're lying. We've been over this before. You're lying, and I'm sick of it."
She scoffed. "You're sick of it? I'm sick of being in this shithole. I'm sick of the fact you think you have the right to do whatever you want with me. I'm sick of the fact that because of you, I now have problems with my fiance. I'm sick of you, Mr Ares!"
