He probably deserved that. I mean, he tries to not deserve it, ducking away as he sees the hand rise up. It's a little quicker then he expected though and he's caught across the face, stumbling slightly as momentum carries him a few steps away. He looks shocked, holding a hand up to his cheek as he processes what just happened. There is, of course, the flash of anger that always happens when you get slapped across the face, but it settles quickly into surprise. Amusement.

Irritation. It would've been a nice moment if Garrot hadn't opened his god damn mouth. He waves a hand, dismissing his concern immediately.

"I'm fine. A little surprised." He returns to the clone's side after that, beginning to slowly circle it. He likes the sparkle on it, and he'd really like to know what it does! Unfortunately, he has to deal with this, casting an eye briefly to the real Garrot.

"I will walk away from anyone who talks at me like they're better then me." Or, actually, any conversation he's not interested in! Walking away doesn't hurt a single solitary soul, and he's not going to stay someplace he doesn't care about! He won't get into that now though, pausing in his circling to eye Garrot more specifically now.

"I haven't been mad at you otherwise." Annoyed, sure. Defensive, once. Mad, no.