Standing from his crouch, Raph bares his teeth and growls, visibly bristling. Yeah, he's a horrible, hideous freak. Tell him something he doesn't know.

The funny thing is, that was him trying to make conversation. He's just never been good at making conversation, and this whole situation is putting him on edge.

"Keep your shirt on," he snarls. "And watch who you're callin' ugly."

Because he really, really wants to punch him in the face. He wasn't angry before. Pretty irritated, yeah, but this guy's starting to wear on his last nerve.

Truth is, he doesn't know what to do or say next. He doesn't want this guy in his house, but other than carrying an assortment of really freakin' evil-looking weapons and being an overall shady character, he hasn't done anything to warrant drastic action.

At this point, all he needs is a reason.

If he wants a fight, he'll give him one. He's not afraid of anything.