There's a short laugh at the image of her chasing cars because, of course.

"No," he says softly. "There is always the urge. Even now, I want to chase. Tear. Hunt." He lowers his voice, as if there was someone else in the room. "It is something that I do behind closed doors with people I trust and who trust me in return. But control is simply understanding that everything I do is a choice. And that I am in control enough to make a choice."