Though he didn't accept her offer until after he had gone through a few more drawers himself, he did eventually rip it out of her hand. And he immediately stepped away from her to another part of the room after taking it. It would have to do until he could find something more suitable. He knew he could've easily ripped a sheet for it, but he had taken such good care of his sheets that it seemed a shame to do so. And he knew that he had a handkerchief of his own somewhere. It was just a matter of calming down long enough to remember where.
He sighed, clenching his jaw to bite back the pain as he pressed the cloth against his eye socket. He had always been generally good about dealing with any sort of pain. He was loud, sure, but he also wasn't the type that liked showing any sign of weakness to others. So, pain shmain, if he could control the bleeding at all, even with her dainty little thing of a handkerchief, he could try to get a hold of himself.
After taking a deep breath, he blew out a loud and uncomfortable huff of air. Yeah, he still felt as if he was going to kill her. "You need to get out. And I don't give a damn about any next lesson, you need to stay out! If you show up here again I'll cut off your head myself using a fucking butter knife," he hissed. He was serious about needing her to leave and not wanting to see her for quite some time. However, his threats lacked their usually sincerity and it was mostly the anger talking. And the pain. And the sheer weight of what a wreck of an evening it had really been. It hadn't been how he wanted to start his new year. He was just at his breaking point and was ready to beat her head into the wall until he had a new window.