People have a nasty habit of dying when he's around. More often than not, people of the female persuasion, although women certainly don't hold the monopoly on pissing him off.
But trouble is looming as this time she was a feisty one and managed to gouge a good chunk of skin off his ass with her fingernails, which was a major inconvenience (and quite sore, too)
Still, being a resourceful and intrepid sort, a little setback like this is just the kind of challenge he thrives on. He decides it may be time for a sabbatical, somewhere remote, somewhere where the population is sparse enough...