[He's tempted to just go on and squeeze the life out of him but... he was reacting strangely. It almost seemed like he was enjoying himself. Snake gazes down at Ocelot with his own blue eyes, sharp and dark, normally reflecting the generalized hatred boiling ceaselessly inside him. Right now, however, they betrayed a hint of confusion.]

Give me one reason why I shouldn't just snap your neck right now.

[He curls his fingers slightly, digging the tips a bit deeper into Ocelot's neck.]