Oh, she was so adorable when she got all jaw-clenchy! He loved inspiring that kind of reaction. Truly, it was how one could tell they were underneath someone else's skin nice and fully; saturated like warm water in a sea sponge. Fair trade he'd say. Her claws were as sunken into him, as full of his meat, and animalistically dug through him as wholly possible. Seeing the symptoms on her of only the phantom ache of that knowledge made it all the more sweeter. He felt no need to discuss the topic further, as, she was of course one person he needn't argue with. He didn't even feel compelled to reassure her more. She was being foolish, he'd thought, but for a good reason and one that was understood. He was a creature a slave to his passions and he refuse subjugation by any one pretty-skinned, hardly-blushing bride.
The eyes that until now had remained humorous in their corners hardened at the mention of 'Pierce.' Something flared within him then, not only evident by how his nostrils followed suit, but in his entire demeanor. With the remote and intangible intensity to rattle the ribcage and to tickle with energy, the electric verve of his eyes narrowed at her gravely in a way they never had before...
"He will introduce himself to me," he'd said, somehow calmly in how profound it seemed to pour out. "The true king waits for the other sovereigns of the kingdom to come and introduce themselves to him. You understand me, woman?"
Wow, wtf? Maybe he was more pissed than he thought. He blinked Zeus away the negative thoughts a few times, grinning. "So where's the food at here? I want cherry tomatoes."