Dora glared at him. Her glare was quite fearsome. She fisted her hands at her sides so she wouldn't just hex him, though the temptation to slug him right in his smug face was incredibly strong. "You," she said, enunciating in the clipped fashion that indicated her anger but also told anyone who really knew her that she wasn't completely around the bend yet, or she'd be speaking in a thick accent, "owe me a fucking apology."
She poked the middle of his chest with a finger, taking a step closer to him, not intimidated by his height in the least. She never had been. "You are such a self righteous arse, Peri. Believing what you want to believe and never listening to what people try to tell you. You know nothing of my life and my choices and you have NO right to judge me. None!" Her skin felt like it was vibrating with magic, and she took a deep breath, though she was far from calm and wouldn't reach that state for a long time.