The Slayer was pissed, confused, and unsure. The male there didn't say anything nor did she. That only gave the male more of a reason to hate the two. He had been used. He could die now and loose all he had worked for to know the truth and that sounded well. No one would answer him, nor did they care.<br/><br/>Distracted he never noticed her come from behind, the sound of her hitting against him made him instinctively throw an arm up and protect his throat. Growling the male used his free arm to smack into her side roughly, "Geh-geht ouf..." he growled before sliding his arm enough to dig his nails into her skin. She was going to strangle him, and if so - he was going to fight her off. Maybe even slam himself into her.<br/><br/>Narrowing his eyes he flung his head back. Aiming to smack her in the head with his own. If he had his knife he would have stabbed her. He dropped it. He dropped it because he didn't want to hurt her.