Myrion Testarossa
"WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND ABOUT THE WORDS 'I AM NOT A GIRL?!' LUNATIC!"
Despite Nina's obvious show of embarrassment, if anything, her display was nothing compared to the variety that erupted from the boy she'd just unintentionally molested.
First, he began squirming, protesting loudly as she grabbed hold of him, to "demonstrate" a fact that he already knew quite well. However, his words were swiftly silenced by her little monologue, and due to the sheer insanity of the situation, he found himself spontaneously incapable of forming coherent sentences, in favor of simply trying to tug himself free and shouting "Leggo!" over and over again with increasing levels of desperation. The last of these was silenced by a groan of pain as, apparently deciding to put his gender to the test, the girl gave him what was doubtless meant to be a slight prod. Unfortunately, when one is an extensively modified combat cyborg with no self-control, the word "gentle" becomes completely inapplicable to any and all actions one may perform. As a result, Myrion swiftly doubled over, the pain of this unintentional attack upon his privates the only thing outweighing his sheer humiliation at being so wrongly used and at this dense girl's condescension and sheer audacity.
Rolling around for a few moments on the bed in a vain attempt to somehow diffuse his unseemly pain into his surroundings, this sensation was at last surpassed by the only other feeling he was currently experiencing that was comparable to it: sheer, confounded rage and righteous indignation.
"ARE YOU MAD, WOMAN?!" He howled, forcing himself up from where he lay, his eyes giving a death glare more intense than the radiance of a sun. "Have you no sense of DECENCY or PROPRIETY?! You would be so brazen as to barge into my room, force yourself into my bed, ignore everything I say to the contrary, and then... then... you... you... you..." His words trailed off into a sound comparable to the whine of a simmering tea kettle, his face flushing bright red as the implications of what she'd done finally occurred to him. Staring in equal parts shame and horror, he slowly sank back down into the bed, pulling the covers over his head to hide his shame, seeming not even to notice as the girl tried to change the subject.
"I don't understand... why are you even here?! Why are you doing this? Why me?!" He whined. "I haven't even had my first kiss yet. Now my masculine dignity is ruined forever..." He glared at her from underneath the covers. "And it's all your fault, you sick, twisted, so-unbelievably-dense-you-make-amoeba-look-like-Einsteins maniac!"