She was threatening him! Threatening him!. After what she'd already done to him, the djinn had the audacity to threaten him further with a trip to the veterinarian. It was a disturbing threat, to think that she would take him anywhere where they snipped off the features that made something either masculine or feminine was worrisome.
Mad Sweeney was quite attached to his testicles, thankyouverymuch, and didn't fancy being neutered in any way.
That didn't mean he was going to make life easy for the Djinn. Jeannie had overstepped her bounds! She was a vile, vile woman. This was why Sweeney didn't mix with magical women. They were hot-headed and only handled their differences in extreme manners.
There was nothing level-headed about turning a full grown man into a dog small enough to be drop-kicked into oblivion. Nothing what-so-ever.
"Let me out!" He barked in the shrill sort of bark only a small dog can make.