"Ain't a problem puttin' hands on em, it's the gettin' leashed up like a Pitbull that doesn't set right with me. Guess it's just who ya are, but you wouldn't know that." His brow raised in thought. "Does it piss you the fuck off that I know more about who you are then you do?"
Didn't piss Creed off. Made him down right giddy. Then again, he always loved gettin' under the kids skin.
"That look in yer eyes is promisin'." His mouth twisted into a wicked grin, his fangs sticking out of the devilish row of teeth.