Reggie shrugged his shoulders and rubbed at the back of his neck, reading the embarrassment easier than the rage. Mostly because he did not think there was a reason for anyone to be angry. Why would they be? He was just basing things off what he had dreamed and the opinions of others. He did blink at the fox that seemed bound and determined to escape and tear his throat out. "Actually it was my daughter's idea, I had no clue what the hell you did. I told them what I dreamed and it was a suggestion she threw out. Amazingly easy to cling to something when you have no idea what's going on. The dream didn't exactly say 'hey we have fire dancers in the area, go say hi'." His temper was finding it easier and easier to flare up and it was trying its hardest right then. Reggie had not meant to be offensive, there was nothing judgmental in his tone, and to be shouted at because he had said what he had thought was not what he had been expecting.
'You're embarrassed too.' He was, a little bit. But he had really not been trying to be insulting. Now had he used a condescending tone or made a certain face or any of a dozen things that would say he viewed stripping to be some low-down job for hookers and whores then he would have understood the rage a lot better. Now he just had little flickers of flame licking at his fingers as he tried to keep from shouting back. An earth elemental turned fire at the end of his rope was not a good person to yell at. Especially not in his own apartment.
"I didn't say she took them off, did I?" Reggie asked, glaring at the fox as his ears and then his face turned a deep shade of red. "Didn't even insult her. You want to keep shouting at me because I was trying to find her and figure out what the hell to do - and hey, I succeeded at finding her didn't I? - then you can do it in the hall until you calm down. I'm not going to accidentally set you on fire just because you're pissing me off." And no, he was not going to apologize. Reggie was stuck on the fact that he had not done anything wrong and that on top of that he had not even insulted her. From his point-of-view.