Anger flashed across his face. How the hell was he supposed to attempt normal when she was bing like all the others and pushing all the wrong, or rather right buttons. Her push did nothing more than annoy him, much the way a fly buzzed around a horse. With determination he stood tall and backhanded her.
"You fucking bitch, you don't know a damned thing," he hissed. "I'll gladly take what's mine if that's what you want, but you better be damned sure. I follow His rules. I do things His way and I fucking lose you. When you chose to run to Him when he arrived here I went, not for him but for you. I have been through more shit here than I ever went through at home. I struggle every damned day to figure out who the hell I am. But I am not a coward. I am not following anyone else's rules. I am trying to make a fucking life where I learn that one does not truly exist."
With each statement he stepped toward her until he was postured with his wand pointed directly at her heart. "The next time you call me a coward you best be prepared to figure out how you'll keep your damned teeth." With that he pushed passed her and headed back to the kitchen where he could grab a piece of fruit before heading to the pitch.