"You're one of THOSE types, aren't you? You see a bad boy, and you think you're gonna be the one to 'fix' him, am I right? Well, look: I ain't broken, and you ain't my type. So, whatever fantasy you got in your head, it's not gonna happen... Why are you still here? I'll say it again: I don't want you around me. The only thing I want right now is a smoke."

He sighed, shooing you away, not showing any agression YET.

"What? I wasn't...tch, whatever, do what you like, I don't care."