A young man, talking on his mobile phone

while sat in the injuries unit in A&E,
apparently addressing another how best to 'seduce' a woman they know.

Either oblivious to,
or more likely caring little (from how he arrogantly expresses himself)
that other patients can hear him,
he coaxes his "neo-liberal" friend,
pressing him to ignore any occasion when she may reject him adding,
that "No doesn't mean no,"
he should always persist, "backing her into a corner" to "win through,"
"The result is the same..."

Laughing then - it's unclear whether to himself or with the caller - he adds:
"And if it'll sweeten the deal, you can use that #metoo to your advantage,"
"she's a crazy feminist, isn't she?!"

A sort of sneering laughter follows, as he sniffs,
Looking then with contempt at those around him, he clears his throat, sniffs again.
As at the same time I can feel the other listeners around me listening intently,
in a sort of aura of disgust which has permeated the room,
watching the silence between his words,
suggesting a collective desire for an unpleasant violence to befall him.
I wonder too if this man has sisters, a mother, daughters of his own,
What they would make of his 'advice'? and what might they do to hear him?
Called away then by a doctor, he hangs up without a word and strides away,
The room audibly and visibly relaxes,
As it once had been tense, contracted,
now it swells, excluding that man forever.