[There's a flare of undeniable anger in his eyes at that, like he's about to lash out at her and damn the consequences or the fact that he's in the wrong body. But then there's a pause, and a sigh as he rakes a hand through his hair .]

Look. I ain't ever claimed to be a nice guy. Or to play fair. But if he keeps attacking me in the halls I'm not gonna back down. Never have, never will, and if he thinks he's got something to prove by throwing himself at me, that's not my problem.