You immediately jumped to your feet, positioning your hands before you in a classic fisticuffs fighting stance, ready to go swinging. Your dick was also apparently ready to get to work, as the loose shorts you were wearing did nothing to hide your excitement. You chalked it up to the breakfast, the rush of blood from getting into a fight, and some general arousal from Ap stepping on you like that. You had nothing against strong, empowered women who were willing to step up, you acknowledged that.