He closed his eyes and tried counting to ten, slowly and deliberately. It didn't help much-- he could feel the beginnings of a serious rage building right behind his solar plexus. He knew that if it came down to punches, it wouldn't go very well for him at all, but he was starting to reach the point where he was too angry to care about that.
"Look," he bit out deliberately. "I can't reach the other dresser with this chain. We're here at this one now. I'll take whatever's in it, if it means so godsdamned much to you."