[At first, he's confused. He'd be really damn pissed if this guy was having a seizure in his kitchen because cleaning sucked and--]
[... Oh hell no. He stands on instinct, hands propping him on the counter just the slightest bit forward (in case he needed to jump over and attempt to gut him. Probably counter productive, since his hands were trying so hard to dig into the counter his knuckles were quickly losing color), his demeanor changing from annoyed--and borderline bored-- to something completely feral. Teeth clenched, practically growling low in the back of his throat.]
[This. This is what he did to the kid.]
Get the fuck out of my sight, you filthy cocksucker.