Haunted Wood sleight of hand

Clarence's own tail was curled - naturally, of course, not out of dominance, but he also didn't really enjoy the way she was looking at him. It made him uneasy, and with everything going on recently the boy had had a boost in confidence. 

"I did," he confirmed, tipping his head to the side. "You... looked at me weirdly back at the meeting. Like you were angry, even though we'd never really talked." He was concerned, brows crinkling a little. "Is there a problem?" 

Maybe that last question was asked with a bit of testiness tacked on. What had he done to this woman?