The Beast's alarm increased twofold. He swung around, and with frightening intensity, hissed, "Silence!" an inch from Ella's face. The word displayed two rows of teeth made to tear flesh and he was not joking. Spoken word it might be, but it was he who ruled this castle, not the daughter of a village tradesman.
Then he moved back around, all bear as he swung his whole body to face the Witch. "What more can you do to me? You have come to gloat?"