"Good," he said. "That's how you're supposed to feel. Shit happens. Fuck those touchy people. I mean, you punched me in the face and I haven't called you insensitive yet. And according to movies I've seen, complaining about lame parents is a pretty normal past time of the American teenager. As is hating shots. On the same level as sneaking out at night and getting high." He wasn't really giving a pep talk, just sharing his opinion. It wasn't always useful, since Alec rarely held a strong opinion about anything.
This was actually why he didn't mind pain as a trigger. He didn't have to rely on emotions. The only strong emotion he ever had was anger anyway. Having excitement as a trigger sounded like a bitch. "Don't act like the prospect of kicking my ass doesn't excite you, at least a little," he said, grinning down at her. "I mean, it won't happen, this is reality, not a fantasy, but it excites the fuck out of you, doesn't it?"