Her Anger Issues

"He sent me here to help with your anger issues."
"I don't have anger issues!" She demands, almost readying her bow again.
"He believes you do. And I'm going to test that. If you pass the test, I'll tell Ollie you're fine and we can all move on, okay?"
"Okay." She says, liking the sound of you telling Ollie she's fine.
" Put down the bow." Thea carefully puts the bow on the table. "Good. Now I'm going to try and aggravate you and your job is to try and remain calm. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"Okay, stand here in front of me." She follows your instructions. You take your hand and put it hard onto her face. She stands still. Then you push her back a couple of steps by her face. She looks like she might get mad but then takes a deep breath and walks back to her spot. You push her face again. Same result. Then you pull down her hood and tussle her hair. She stays still with a straight face. "Take off your jacket."
"What!?"
"Does that make you angry?" You ask with an accusatory tone.
"No." She acquiesces and starts to remove her jacket. Once she does she's standing in a black T-Shirt. She hands you her jacket and you throw it across the room.
"Does that make you mad?" You ask.
"No." She says again, stony faced.
"What about this?" You lift the front of her T-Shirt up and stretch it over her face revealing a black sports bra.
You hear a muffled "No." from beneath the shirt.
"And this?" You unclip her belt, undo her pants and slide them down to around her knees. Her little red thong is now on show.
An angrier sounding "No." comes from beneath the shirt. You laugh at how ridiculous you've made this serious vigilante look. You walk around to inspect her rear.
"Your ass is looking a little flabby, are you sure you're training hard enough?" You lie as you give the perfectly toned ass a squeeze.
"I'm sure." She says. She sounds like she's about to snap at you. You give her a hard spank on the right butt cheek to see if it will push her over the edge.