As if triggered by the mere mention of his name, the visage of his attacker began to more aggressively enter his personal space and corner him. The action triggered his sympathetic nervous system; his eyes narrowed and fists clenched. The witch continued to interrogate him aggressively and with suspicion to his every word, beginning to irritate him -- especially considering what she looked like. As she completely voided the very concept of personal space, his body tensed up and his heart started racing. The feeling of her hot breath on him triggered the memories of being violated by her doppelganger. His mind was no longer registering her as a friend, but the part that absolutely disgusted him was that he could feel a growing weight between his legs. Undesired arousal aside though, the stronger emotion was the fight or flight response even though he was currently frozen.<br/><br/>By the time she finally got out of his personal space, she had taken out a cigarette and after the first drag of it, blew a disgusting cloud of smoke into his face. The mere smell of it nauseated him and reminded him of that disgusting smell that followed his father around. That was the final straw as he balled up his fist and pushed passed her to the door.<br/><br/>"I don't owe you a damn explanation for anything and I sure as hell don't need to take this gross interrogation from you," he shouted in an outburst that had been festering for some time now. "I'm going home. I've had enough of this weirdness."