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Clay met anger with anger. It stained his face. He slammed his hand down on the baths edge as he came to stand up tall, towering over Evelyn he got right up in her face. His shadow cast intimidatingly upon her. 
The broken glass crunched beneath his bare feet. His eyes stared intensely into hers. He had that predatory glare again. Then with a slow harsh whisper he replies, 
[b]”I said that thing wasn’t me, and I wasn’t lying. It might steal and use my body but I ain’t it! Ok!?”[/b] 
Evelyn, if she is so inclined, might realise that the anger was not completely directed towards her but also the beast that Clay tries desperately to distance and seperate himself from. To him her accusations were an insult. Something he passionately denies and fights against.