[He pulls back once again, expression becoming sharp.]

No. Listen right now you spoiled brat! She is not a thing, or an item, to be handed over to you. Whether she goes to you or not is a decision she has every right to make, when she's capable. It's not my place. [All the while he's poking Karl's tummy when he punctuates his sentences.]

Until then, you have no business trying to force her, or anyone else, into anything. That is not an option, or something to be debated. She is her own person, and you'll fucking treat her like it.

Or I'll punish you. [That finger poke goes to Karl's nose.]