Liar.

Sarah mentally hissed, trying to keep that thought to herself, but it meant through their connection. It was said in loud voice, verge of yelling. Her snarly behavior was attributed to his attitude and her own needs becoming increasingly hard to ignore. Being this close wouldn't, no couldn't, be enough for him. Sarah hit the bag against, hoping he'd feel the energy and momentum of her blow. Was it a super power of his to get under her skin like this? To make her want to kill him and keep him alive at the same time?

"The only one buying any of your crap is you." She knew him better than that. At least, she'd like to think she knew Brock on some level.