She feels the cold touch of his hands wrapping around her. Unlike Irisviel, his touch is rougher, more demeaning and- Artoria bites her lip.
Kiritsugu doesn't give her a chance to rest and draws his hand back like he had just touched something horrib. He shoots her a disgusted glance them wipes his fingers on his coat.
"Does she touch you like this?" Kiritsugu mocks, the front of his fingers tracing her neck. "Tell me, Saber. Do you prefer her or me?"
Artoria scrunches up her face.
He knows.
But how?
"I've seen the way you look at her," Kiritsugu chuckles under his breath. "She used to look at me the same way she looks at you. What did you do Saber?" He grabs her hair and yanks her back until their eyes meet.
"I didn't do anything."
Kiritsugu shakes his head, still laughing. He reaches for his weapon and points the gun in her face. "I know you slept with Irisviel. And you're going to pay for that."
The last thing Artoria sees is red.