There were a few moments that allowed Creed to amuse himself with flicking teeth into Hela's portal. Then one of those teeth bounced off her calf as she stepped through.
She wore nothing but a green loincloth that hung down to her knees and the glower of disdain on her ebony lips. "You act as though this is the first time Tyr has died." She said with dripping sarcasm. "Or the first who seeks to cow me by flicking his teeth at me like a child."
She scooted the incisor away with a flick of her foot and sighed in exasperation. "What do you want? You had my interest until you attempted to force my allegiance through fear." She crossed her arms over her ample bosom and arched an eyebrow. "I have known all that fear has to offer, warrior. I do not fear you nor anything you think to offer."