As soon as the large animal was off of him, Seifer was up and on his feet again as he scrubbed off the feeling of rough cat tongue from the back of his neck. Now he definitely needed that cigarette because all he could think about was murdering the little twerp as soon as possible.
"It's a goddamn kitchen, you fucking tool! What the hell do people come into them for!" He shot back and the younger man, completely oblivious in his angry at the other's nudity.