Every insult she hurls is a strike intended to wound his ego, to make him feel the weight of her contempt. She calls him a "predatory vulture," a "disgrace to men," and a "man with the soul of a common streetwalker."
She attacks his character, his upbringing, and his very essence, painting him as a man who uses his virility as a weapon because he lacks the intellect to use anything else.
And through it all, Mike just watches. He doesn't interrupt.
He doesn't argue as well, but he simply listens with his gaze fixed on her moving form, tracing the way her massive breasts heave with her heavy, angry breathing and the way her hips sway in her fury. To him, her rage isn't a deterrent; it's an aphrodisiac.
The more she fights, the more she screams, the more he sees the fire in her a fire he knows he is going to enjoy extinguishing.
