Half of the words the girl was saying Kael didn't recognize, and while the curious part of him was wondering if she was using bits of another language the better part of him was really, really beginning to grow quite displeased with how she was currently treating him.
It was less because he was a prince and more because this girl was slowly turning out to be an incorrigible nuisance. He was barely able to open his mouth before she immediately spoke again, mentioning his eyes. The moment she reached out was the moment Kael's patience (which, granted, had been growing rather thin of late). It was just something in her voice that brought out the worst of Kael'thas.
One of his hands was about to be engulfed in flame before he locked his jaw and mentally steeled himself. Human teenager or not, Kael'thas forced himself to keep his temper in check. Simply ignoring the gnawing feeling in his head he knew was from lack of both meditation to rid himself of the cravings and the actual magic he desperately craved, Kael slapped her wrist away impatiently.
"First of all, do not touch me," Kael hissed. "And secondly, if you're unhappy with where I am currently standing, you could always move and continue your business, human." She had obviously never seen a Blood Elf, which only furthered Kael's troubled mind. If his race was no longer here, then there was a large chance that Orcs were not in this area, nor were there Trolls or Tauren or even the Undead.
Clearly, he was in a far bigger predicament (and a far different dimension) that he had predicted. "You. Little one. Where are we?"