You still had a broken heart to care whether Doug is okay with the way he was living well, or not, and to tell if this was actually the same guy who helped you with your porn site. Of course, your iris's turn red, and you punched Doug in the cheek very hard in your heartbroken rage, until he landed back against the wall, while crouching.
"I'm guessing I deserved that, I think," Doug comments. "I poured my heart out to you, ever since we started meeting each other online, and you begin to have the gull to reject me, and keep this job of yours a secret?" You ask. "You are the only guy that I found attractive, even if I didn't have to extend my limbs enough times to trap you in a hug. I might be a shapeshifter, but my heart isn't made from garbage. It's as sensitive as every living thing on Earth, so give me one reason why I shouldn't bare you forgiveness for what you did."