"Now you're just twisting my words," Clarke accuses turning put the glasses on the counter, placing them delicately despite the fact that she kind of wants to smash them. Even upset she can't bring herself to be wasteful.

"Maybe it's not going to be the hot redhead this time, maybe it's going to be someone else. I don't know." She folds her arms tightly against her chest and scowls up at him. "Just be careful. This doesn't just effect you."