Jorgen tried for a rueful smile, hoping it didn't come out as grim or menacing. "My name is Jorgen Von Bashfist, a cyborg. I'm afraid that was an automatic response, literally. I have a variety of, uh, sub-routines in my system that when triggered take control over my behaviour. I had been jumped in an alleyway by an angel with a mysterious glove claiming he wanted to try his new stolen magic on me and, well, I was triggered." Technically it was true, the fight or flight response was a genuine thing, he'd seen it many, many times. Felt it too. "I look kinda menacing I'll admit but I'm not up to fighting an Angel wielding magic, that's just terrifying to most humans." Jorgen cursed himself for the tangent, was that piling it on too thick? He examined the Angel's face as he carried on with his explanation, coming dangerously close to ranting. "That said, I had to go through a variety of mental exercises controlling those sub-routines before I could stop and explain myself now."