[The sound of someone else's self-esteem crumbling is music to Roman's ears. It means he won. It means he's back in control. And now he gets to pick up the pieces that he shattered himself.]

Oh, no no no, baby... [He sits up, pursing his lips as he looks Victor's face over, cupping his cheek.] ...You're my perfect match. Sure, your cock is a little small, and you're kind of slow, but that's not your fault. Let's look at the plus side: you're obedient. You're great with a knife. Your mouth is the best in the whole damn city. And you got me to see that we belong together, married, forever. Doesn't that count for anything?