He was coming very close to panicking, trying to convince everyone in the room with his gaze that he is most definitely not a man like that, "I have never been to Ara--!"

Suddenly it dawned on him. That was definitely a woman's voice, but it's aggravating tone and bad acting were . . . He grabbed the woman by the shoulders and pushed her back to look at her proper, and there. There it was. The bloody hole in the thigh of the pants.

"Goddammit, Spencer!" he shouted, shoving hard enough to propel the gender-bent man off his lap and to the floor. "God, you would be affected this stupid gender issue that's been going around, wouldn't you?!" He pushed his chair further away from the fake psychic.