What was he calling him a liar for?

Malachi forced his gaze to remain steady on the doctor’s face, even as he itched to open the door and step out. Escape. Run away from him, and all of the conflicting, terrible things he made him feel.

“Indulge in what?”

What did Arthur want but to upset him, and provoke him, and torture him with glimpses of false devotion in between? His hands pushed back against the door as he took a step forward, crowding the doctor’s legs against the bench instead.

“What do you get out of this if you’re right, Arthur?”