"Why should I?" he demanded. "You're a drunkard who claims to not even be aware of what he is. Which means you've no idea how to control it. Today it's drinks in a bar. But what about tomorrow? What if you go crazy or get mad? What then?"
There was so much water around the area. Even if it was just an excuse to target this man, to take his frustrations out on him. Which was all it really was. This one was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The futile kick was pathetic and just annoyed him more. He stepped back, ready to lunge if the man tried to escape.