You Call That A Punch?

Arvell composed himself, not letting any of his anger or dissatisfaction leak out behind his calm facade.

He flashed her an enchanting smile.

"And you are?"

The girl straightened her appearance and looked at Arvell earnestly.

"I am A-"

"Actually… I don't care who you are," Arvell interrupted, "All I can tell you is to fuck off, or I'll make you do so myself. Don't believe that just because you're a woman, I won't hurt you. I'm an advocate of true gender equality. Drop-kicking one or two women isn't much for me."

Arvell threw her one more disgusted look before returning to his book.

Proceeding to completely ignore the seething girl standing before him.

'WHAT DID THIS COMMONER JUST SAY TO ME? HOW DARE HE! I'LL NEED TO DISCIPLINE HIM PROPERLY!'

Arvell's words snapped her out of her lust-induced reverie, causing her judgement to no longer be clouded with desire.

The only thing that remained was anger.