He just blinked when she started yelling at him and then crying, not exactly sure what he did to provoke that kind of reaction. He did seem to dimly remember having this kind of effect on kids a lot, except this time, he was one. He realized what she just said about him, and he blinked faster, trying to figure out why he felt hot and his vision was all blurry.

"You don't know anything about me, so don't even try it," he said low and growly, and if he had been older it might have been menacing. Without the sniffle that happened after it. But he sat down, feeling a bit rotten that she had taken what he said so badly, holding his chin in his hands, looking at the dirty floor.