"I wasn't asking for an active demonstration," Dustin huffs, face growing hot. Curiosity has definitely been satisfied; now he's too busy trying to soothe his bruised ego to care about much else. He turns on a heel and continues, stomping agitatedly into the snow. "You don't just prime weapons on people--I'm allowed to be angry about that."

Or so he tells himself. Maybe it'll help him sleep better if he thinks he's right.