She was getting mad? Good. George knew the signs of her oncoming rage, having been a witness, as well as the cause of it, on several occasions. He knew the signs, like the perfect way her hip popped out, and he knew his odds at getting her too explode with enough prodding. Was it dangerous? Of course it was. Those fists could have quite easily decided to swing up and clock him one for being such as asshole. Part of him was even a little disappointed when the slap that came so violently across his face was in the form of words. Another issue for another time.
"Fuck me?" he yelled back, slipping off of his stool but still keeping a hand on the seat to steady himself as a precaution. He didn't have the natural defensive stance she did, but George was large and broad and had more than enough experience in knowing how to fill a room with his person. And while her eyes were filled with fire, hurt an accusation, his could only be read as confused and stressed, his daily potion smothering the passionate anger that could have met hers head on. "How the fuck was I suppose to know that that would be relevant information before it became relevant information? You were so fucking surprised that I turned out to be their dad, why would I have thought you'd give a shit who I was sleeping with? Welcome back Ange, here's a bloody list of every bird I've fucked since you left. The fuck is that? By the time it did become somewhat relevant, Katie was so fucking paranoid that you'd hate her for some reason that I told her I'd tell you after her birthday. It wasn't some big bad secret to hurt you, or embarrass you, or to do anything to you! It was a detail I didn't think you'd care about especially with everything else that you needed to know right away. Was it thoughtless? Of course it was, I'll give you that. But no one set out to fucking hurt you."