Veyron coughed as he shook his head, trying to divert the pain he was feeling elsewhere. He knew how angry Leonhardt was, but he also knew that something was stopping him. If not he would have just dug a stake into his heart and dragged him into the sun to die after and all his existence would be void. But he didn't. If he wanted him dead, he wouldn't need to beat him; he knew that would heal in seconds. He wouldn't bother creating a nuisance in the school. So, what did he want?
"You know that I couldn't possibly have raped him, right? That's why you aren't hurting me that much? You're annoyed that whatever I did was to protect him, and you're more annoyed that you weren't the one doing the protecting—even though you claim to own him. And now you just want to know if I know the one who possibly wanted to harm me, so you can kill them and stop the anger brimming inside you? You know I didn't mark him for no reason, but you want to know what that reason is…"
