Even in the midst of his anger, he segued completely. "If he won't be with you because you met with me...HE'S AN IDIOT!," he shouted. "Yes, yes! I kill people--and so have you. I hurt your friend--who volunteered for the job. Wasn't personal, could have been anyone in his place."
He took a couple steps himself, bridging the gap between them. She wasn't bleeding, so clearly she had that weird magic thing protecting her. "Whatever it is I do," he repeated. What was it that he did? He wasn't sure.
He kissed her, hard. She was close enough. Maybe she'd even kill him for it--that'd be a weird way to die.