Mirage? Oh, no. She was still playing her little game, wasn't she? That really made the fire grow stronger. The smirk on his face faded completely and he felt himself tighten his grip on her shoulder.
"Mirage!?" he repeated, practically snapping at her. "Don't give me that crap! I asked you for your name, not some overemotional plea for sympathy!"
He noticed himself shaking now and felt his other hand tighten into a fist. Would he hit her, though? Did he really have the audacity to do something like that? He pushed someone down the stairs, but he swore it was an accident... or was it? He couldn't remember anymore... all he could feel was anger. Anger, and resentment at the person currently in front of him. A rage that could not be quelled which was sparked by something as insignificant as staring.