Mars wasn’t trying to seem intimidating—he just intrinsically was. He poured an aura of oppression and coercion because it was in his nature. It was in his nature to be aggressive and daunting because he didn’t know how to be otherwise, and it was also in Mars’ nature to stipulate quick answers. If he didn’t get what he wanted in a prompt manner, he had a penchant to react hostilely. It was as if the more others feared him, the quicker the response. It generally worked out that way, but people didn’t fear him anymore. They didn’t worship him anymore, so he would soon realize that stomping around demanding for things really wasn’t going to get him anywhere.
He disregarded the question and kept his gaze hard and steady on Lucas’ eyes, as if searching for something imperative. “Who are you,” he demanded flat out with little inflection in his voice. And he made it very clear that he wasn’t referring to to vessel.