Leah stared at him with slightly hurt eyes before rounding on him. "Well I'm so sorry that my taste in music doesn't mesh well with yours but you have no reason to insult me because of it, and if you insist on doing so then there is no reason for me to be here, now is there? Insulting some of the greatest singers of all time doesn't give me much hope that you won't do the same with me," she pointed out.
She swallowed roughly and looked at his door then back at him. She wanted to get out of here all of a sudden; being around him was nerve wracking enough but his tone that he used with her was making her liable to slap him. "I.. should probably go," she said at last and stared down at her feet as she began to inch away from him.