He was basking in his accomplishment. It was something small, something that took nothing out of him, but he was happy with himself and with the alien symbiote so strong and Eddie so weak, he was hungry for blood. Chloe was correct in calling Veronica a kid. She was young and she was slight in build, a little thing. Venom didn’t give his pity for this; he didn’t feel remorse for her. There was no guilt for what he’d done and what was bound to happen in the near future.
Venom inwardly beamed at Lex’s approving comment to him. His employer’s praise was what kept him right where he stood. Venom could be a fickle creature. He didn’t claim loyalty to either side of the board. It was in his nature to be a loner, to hunt and prowl the streets by himself when there were others who might have gladly teamed up with him otherwise. Lex was different. Venom stuck with him because Lex understood him in a way, not entirely, but on a small scale.
Eager to hear the answer to Lex’s question, he tightened his grip on his leg, cocked his head at the three human beings and listened intently. What he heard was not something that he’d been expecting. When it came out Venom growled menacingly. “Do you want another swipe across the face? I could go for your eyes this time.” He was ready to lunge at her, but would only do so if Lex gave him permission.