[Less sing song now, cascade abruptly to a more normal rate of speech, but still mad as hell.]

I don't care if you're the president of the United States, [Gets close to his face, pointing at his chest with one finger] I know when I'm being fucked. This is not hella anything like a hit of Z...oh Grave Robber....where could he be...?

[Momentary breathlessness, she attempts to hold on to Caesar, gripping his shoulders...nice broad shoulders...the type the guards would have. Mmm]