Normally, it wouldn't be an easy feat to make Blaise feel quite irriated by a simple thing such as defying him, but previous situations had been firm within his mind. If things weren't confusing for him with his best friend, then none what was currently going on wouldn't have mannered. However, he did his best not to show that fact, which usually was easy for him because of his composure through events.
Not having a clue what those particular words meant or what she called him, Blaise pretended as if he did. She didn't have to know that he didn't have the slightest idea what a hunan or a cyfnas was. However, he did notice by her accent that they could possibly Welsh terms. "Bloody hell, woman. Do not argue with me. The pitch is mine right now. Come the feck back later," he argued right back at her, mocking a term that she used easily. Blaise knew that wasn't in the right state of mind at that moment simply because he never really talked to someone of the opposite sex in that manner, unless they deserved it. He might have looked intimidating, but he was actually quite the gentleman.
"Don't be daft, bint. You are the least of my concerns. It would suit you well to leave though. Begone. Your presence here is not wanted or needed. Go knit or something," he retorted with a wave of his hand.