[some not very good crunching sounds, he's putting too much of his weight down (on purpose). half-balanced on this stranger's face, his smile falters, lips curling in disbelief.]

Since when do you care? Some guy, I don't know.

[he, the most reliable narrator, knows that she enjoys this. he went out of his way for her, took a few extra minutes out of his day to snatch up a body. shouldn't she be grateful? he thinks she should be grateful. he abandons his spot and in a flash he's planting both hands on either side of her, leaning in so close their noses touch. he's got her trapped.]

Want me to kill him for you? You'll feel better, and I want you to feel better.