So when he told her that, that he didn't care to be flirted with, regardless of whoever it was, he certainly hit a sore spot. She erupted again, and Mauja's eyes took on a rather bewildered and frustrated cast, along with the anger. What the hell was wrong with this girl? "Half-grown stranger? Is that all you see me as?" What the hell else was he supposed to see her as? A donkey? She wasn't yet a mare grown. Fact. He didn't know her. Fact. In his mind, that equated to "half-grown stranger", but she kept going at him, voice going from its previous heat to cold. He knew that well. It probably meant that she was really getting upset with him. Well, damn. It's mutual. He couldn't recall anyone he'd gotten along with this badly in a long, long time.
"I'm sorry your life is hell, Mauja..." "Excuse me?" he slurred out, startled; she didn't know the first thing about his life. His life wasn't hell. His life was a fucking mess but he was okay with that—it always was a fucking mess, and he wasn't crying about it. (Just sometimes.) And the pity-party she'd kept in from before came tumbling out now, as she paced by the pool, revealing a lot more than she should've; about her past, her father, the tattoo. Mauja just stared at her. Whatever can of worms had he opened just by walking to this damn pool? What unfortunate power drew him here and then just smacked him on the nose? "You are wrong," he retorted. "I called you a half-grown stranger, because damn it Aurelia, you are. You're not even half my age and I don't know the first thing about you, so what else am I supposed to call you?" His anger had begun to recede, having run its course, but he didn't trust it to be gone yet.
"When you prompted me, I asked about your group; but instead of answering, you just brushed it off. I told-" with his body, but wasn't that what bodies were for? "-you to stop eying me that way, and you acted like I was wronging you. I'm damn well within my rights to ask someone to stop flirting with me, especially if it makes me damn uncomfortable! I just don't want you in my face that way, and you act like I'm pissing on you! I don't get it!" Damn, he was almost yelling at her again, but he was more tired and exasperated than furious. It sounded in his voice, too. "I asked about you, and your secretive little group! I was being nice! What the hell do you expect of me? Miracles? I can't read your mind, Aurelia!"