"I'm fine." Dusty said reassuringly, "What's wrong, you look madder then a injured lion." His face screwed up more, probably because he didn't get the saying. "They get really really pissed off when they get hurt." She explained. "Now what's wrong?"
"I know your mad, I am too. But unless he tries anything again, then let's let it drop. I'm not gettin near him if I can help it." She said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly. "Please."
You got rid of them. Yes, that's just like you. Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it. — Aldous Huxley, Brave New World