Harve shook his head. “No. I won’t. You can’t make me.”

“Why not?”

Harve’s eyes flashed. “I don’t need to explain myself to you!” he shouted, “I don’t owe you anything! I said NO, and I mean it. Now leave me alone.”

“You’re just afraid,” came the reply. “You’re a coward and a weakling.”

“Wrong.” Harve said through clenched teeth. “I despise you–and I’m not going to let you have you the pleasure of seeing me give in.”

“I’ll make you.”

“Good! Go ahead and try. Nothing could be better than spitting in your face when you try to muscle me into doing things your way.” Harve smiled bitterly. “Go ahead and try.”

“All right. I’ll enjoy wiping that smile off.”