The look of shock, horror and sheer, unbridled anger on Rupert's face could not be contained. He stared down at the lap fiasco, trying to search for words that would convey to the person who incited it how angry he was and how he demanded recompense but those words would not come. When the dog had tumbled off of his lap along with the girl, he made a deep frown. Needless to say, he was not pleased to see her come back to him and wipe the bird droppings off of his lap with the most apologetic expression. Of course she should be apologetic! She'd just ruined a very expensive pair of pants! But apologies weren't enough--oh no, not by a long shot. Rupert smacked her hand away from his lap.
"Away with you, girl! What is this madness you have unleashed here!? If you cannot control your mongrel, you don't deserve to have him to begin with!" Rupert lashed out, his words about as accurate as the tip of a whip. "I'll have you know you've not only ruined my afternoon, but a very fine pair of pants as well! Now go! Shoo yourself back to whatever hole you crawled out from and leave me be!"