Mal's intention wasn't to insult, but to pick apart the scents and verify what he'd found. Of course, it did have the added benefit of riling her up. That suited the older hound just fine. A angry pup got sloppy and thus was an easier kill. He held his ground as Ziv came closer though his ears dropped back and he bared his teeth, warning her off. He was wary, but not yet worried. This was a fight to the death, and Malcoda knew she wasn't likely to give in easily.
Though it wasn't wise to leave his flank open Mal did so, wanting to test out her mettle. "A to je škoda. Myslíte si, že vám niekto Hades strážiť vchod do pekla?" When he had started it was more of an honor to be placed with Cerberus than it was to go above to humans. It may not have been a top-honors position, but it wasn't down in the dregs with trainers or the nanny-bitches.
Following her with his eyes, he let out a low warning growl, flipping his tail back and forth, keeping it ready to lash out. With a sharp bone tip at the end, Mal knew his tail was one of his best weapons against her wings. Seeing Ziv crouch down, Mal flexed his muscles, waiting. He didn't flinch when she lunged, waiting until her teeth were locked around his shoulder, just below his armor. Growling, he lashed out with his tail, catching the sensitive membrane of her wings. Mal shifted towards Ziv, pressing his weight against her body to get her off balance as he raised his head back sharply, slamming the bone into her skull.