"Pft. You can pay however much you want, you aren't going to stop being a stalking pervert loser. How often have you broken into my place, eh? How much have you taken?" Granted, he wasn't the best at keeping track of his stuff but eventually it clicked even for him.

He didn't let go of his hair, he just tugged harder, to force him to look up at him. "You're hurting my feelings with your fucking denial. At least admit to it, that'd be slightly less pathetic. Tell me how much you like me. Fucking loser."