nothin' colder than a bitch's heart

What? How was he being controlling? If anything, she was the one acting out of place, making what ought to be a minor inconvenience into another beast entirely. He would have left, sought shelter somewhere else if he had the choice, but in the dead of winter in these conditions? Yeah, no. He moved then, sensed she was in one dark room so he moved to claim another of his own. It took his eyes a moment to adjust, saw the furniture strewn all over the place as if flung from its original spot by the waves. Before the ice had claimed the ship, sealed it in place, till one day it would inevitably sink beneath the surface.

Pushing the mangled remains of a table out of the way, he found a gathering of blankets and towels, someone had used them as a makeshift nest before, it would have to do for now.

"Just shut up. " He grumbled, because she was still complaining.