Kerberos' eyes crossed, almost comically, to stare at Retard Bitch's hand. Not fighting... ?
Of course you hit girls. The Chimaera hit him, all the time, and someone who hit you was saying you could hit them back! Otherwise they'd beat you, and be dominant, and--
He paused, perplexed. This was another confusing shade thing, wasn't it? Maybe he should go back to eating cattle. But... no; he had to find his family, and he still wanted to make this work. He cocked his head at it. "Bad?"