"Yeah right." It comes out in a huff of exasperated, teeth-gritted-together self deprecation and ditto loathing. "She's a nice girl, please don't kill her? Didn't you see the look on their faces?"

It isn't anger or tears. It's both, and he can't have that. "Couldn't you feel the ubiquitous rolling of the eyes? Look at it, that demon defending her, who's he trying to fool?"