Sebastion put the pizza guy on hold and storms back into the kitchen to face Kirsten.  He puts out his hand stubbornly.  He wanted the pizza.  She hadn't denied him before, he expected her not to deny him now.  He was prepared to try and pull money or card from her pocket if she really pushed him.  He didn't think beyond that.  His eyes were cold black holes of demand as his hand held palm up in front of him.<br/><br/>His anger was not helped at all by the fresh blood on his new t-shirt.  Good thing it didn't hit his button up shirt that hung loosely about his body.  He did wonder how it was missed, but miracles happen all the time.