[Shoved, it was enough to almost knock him off the bed; he's forced to stand up to avoid hitting the floor. Frowning still, he winds up looking down, scuffing his heel on the carpet and crossing his arms.]

I didn't want him thinking he could kill you because of your blood color. I remember you saying most trolls would do it as soon as they heard. You're sensitive enough about it to even hate the color red, so even if he was making it as an insult and didn't know, he deserved to get his ass kicked. [Really, the memory alone has him growling again, eyes narrowed.]