Realizing that Kalinda had actually heard his comment on her actions, Dimitri sputtered a bit as he attempted at first to apologize, then to stop her from yelling into Victirica's ear "[color=0054a6]Well, no...but-[/color]", his rebuttal was quickly lost in Kalinda's shouting. Dimitri winced as Kalinda continued her harassment and a stirring in his chest. Watching her reminded Dimitri of how his own interactions with others used to go prior to him taking up boxing. The shouting, the unwanted physical contact, the unnecessary aggression against someone who was minding their own business, it all left a sour taste in his mouth. He mulled on it until Kalinda gave Victorica one last jab with her finger, then bolted up out of his seat without thinking, sending the bit of furniture clattering to the ground "[color=0054a6]Why do you have to pick at her? Why the hell can't you just LAY OFF!?[/color]". The last two words were booming, and far more befitting of Dimitri's appearance than the gentle speech he'd been using up until now, his gaze was hard like steel, and his fists were balled tightly. 

The area immediately around the meister's body grew a bit heavier as he glared at Kalinda, however the sensation faded rapidly thanks to the Kyukon water. Just as quickly as it had come, Dimitri's bravado disappeared as he realized what he was doing. His expression softened and he swiftly turned to pick up his chair and sit back in it. "[color=0054a6]Sorry.[/color]" He muttered without looking back in Kalinda's direction.