Her explanation did nothing to soothe his temper. "There is nothing in this pathetic attempt for attention that even comes close to the truth." He bit out the words, and didn't care one bit if he hurt her feelings. He wasn't even sure if she had feelings anymore. "You wouldn't know journalistic integrity if it bit you on the nose."
He glared at her, and gripped the back of a chair to keep from reaching for her. He wasn't sure what the end result of that would be: hexing, or kissing. He didn't know which would be worse, and both would end in him going home and getting piss-ass drunk.
"I'm the guy who had to do damage control all fucking day at the Ministry, after what was a fucking awful weekend, all thanks to your so-called source."