He made a quiet growly noise in his throat. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "We'll go to the market. Lead the way, then." He gestured with his chin, fists clenched. He hated being talked down to, and more so he hated 'believe in yourself and good things will happen'. It was demonstrably false, and he hated it.<span style="font-style: italic">She</span>probably didn't know that; he bet that her whole life she had been able to do whatever she wanted and attributed it to her belief in herself, not her position in life. He knew better, though. It didn't matter how hard you wanted something; if it wasn't going to happen, it wasn't going to happen.<br/><br/>No need to say that though. He was cold, not cruel. He didn't need to crush her hopes just yet.