[Yeah sorry not sorry he just isn't in the fucking mood. Izzy doesn't get physical for his own pleasure but he will if it will help him make a point. They've already thrown hands so he doesn't have reservations in crossing the (now closed) space to physically haul Stede somewhere to sit down.

There is an easier option, though, which is to cow Stede against the door, and so he swoops down to grab all the stupid little notes and slaps them against the other man's chest. Holding them there. Firmly.]

You're a fucking disgrace, Stede Bonnet. All your fussy little notes, and caterwauling, and flapping all over the place. And you're fucking wankered.

So let's do this, huh. Let's fuckin do this. Tell me, what has you so far up my ass, that you're perching by my door like some pining little school girl. Should I pull your pigtails? Would you like that? Are you jealous? Do you want my attention? Because let me tell you something and let me make myself very fucking clear, I have gone out of my way to leave you alone. I have done everything in my power to fulfill my duties yet you have found every excuse to interject yourself into my life on this stupid fucking prison and you are NOT my fucking daddy.

[Many of his words accented with an additional hard shove, that last bit especially. They're pinned up against the door now. Very close together. Izzy looks on the cusp of either a feral rage or a total break down.]

So what do you fucking want from me!?