A wicked and excited look came over Bastian's face as she teased about tearing his vocal chords from his throat. She was a hard one... Someone he could have fun with and not worry about breaking. A smile of anticipation came over him as he looked her over again.
"Oh, a feisty one. I think I'm going to enjoy you, Dove." Leaning back in his chair, he sipped casually on his whiskey. "Name's Bastian, but I doubt you'll be screaming more than Bast later."