“Then maybe you should stop asking us one too many rhetoric questions and throwing us off right now. You’re just trying to deny any and all responsibility of your actions,” Anya protested at the Unknown, “Oh heavens, you’re also trying too hard to be smarter than the next person in the room. Agh. You do hate being proved wrong, don’t you?”

She is so tempted to punch the hooded figure in the face, if he has any. Pooka growls back at him, now with more angry barks than a pack of irritated wolves.