Marie lay flat on his back with no choice other than to receive a brief whipping from Bulba's vines again. He let out an annoyed grunt and winced at the uncomfortable feeling those vines gave him. Watching the 'saur with wild eyes, Marie realized he had left his hands free again.

He politely let Bulba finish his sentence before aiming his fist at his jaw. After, he replied, "This is important to me!"

That was very moving, Marie. I'm sure Bulba cares a lot.