Micheal looked over and noticed she had taken a step back from him when he had said what kind of thing provoked him to yell, he almost felt bad, he didn't mean to freak her out. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound...threatening-" that was the correct word, was it not? "-, I guess I get kind of carried away when I talk about things like that." He pushed up his glasses and looked at the floor, "and I suppose so, not many people understand my idea of 'provoked yelling', for most it's something like- them yelling first, something like that. For me it's offensive behavior, I once slapped a man for making a 'get back in the kitchen joke'." He was talking without really knowing that he was talking, he really could get carried away and he never really realized how he might sound insane, dangerous, psychopathic, all of the above was true, really. 
He thought so at least.
He snapped out of his thought when she mentioned taking a grand tour of the town, "alright. that sounds nice, maybe it'll cool down a little by the time we're back." He smiled softly, "oh, and, I don't believe I've caught your name, as you've [i]probably[/i] gathered, I'm Micheal, but you can call me Mich if you'd like."