If called out on it, Vegeta would claim that he had to be careful. Humans were fragile creatures and if he weren't careful when handling them, they would break apart in his hands. But it's more than that, yet not something the Saiyan prince is willing to give much thought to — and not just because he lacks the proper foundation for building the blocks he needs to in order to repair the disconnect between his head, instincts, and heart.

Though the latter would at least explain why he's dipping into intimidation tactics as a form of flirting. Not that the bullheaded man realizes that's what he's essentially doing. He's never bothered to dance around any of the women he's taken as lovers in the past, and didn't stop to learn most of their names.

She'll never know that he calls her woman, because he enjoys how it riles her up, and not because he doesn't know her name. He knows it, and that in and of itself is important.

Vegeta leans in closer, his nose nearly bumping into hers. He snorts. "Perhaps you should make a psychic machine your next project."