"Stop calling me dolt!" he roars, struggling to get away.
"I was listening. He's the one who wasn't listening! I kept asking him how I could be what he wanted and he wouldn't give me any solid answer, so let's face it, I'm just not what he fucking wants!"
Getting away isn't happening so he takes second best which is pummelling at Spike's chest with his fists, just as much about taking out his frustration as actually trying to hurt.