Just like that, the thoughts all dropped away. He turned his head slowly, every so slowly, and just stared at her while she talked. She didn't seem quite as crazy as the vampire, which meant that he was staring at the face of a hellgod. This was something he'd never thought he'd actually run into. The first thought to cross his mind was that she looked...normal. Mundane.
Yet she was no less intimidating for it.
He was terrified. Here was a god, a god, and she had him by the arm. The arm she could just rip off if she felt like it. Who knew what else she could do to him? It was terrifying, as it would be for anyone.
Still. Even as the fear pumped through him, he refused to let it show on his face. He couldn't fight this, couldn't stop her from doing whatever it was she wanted. No matter how awesome he could be with a little brains and brawn, he knew his limits and knew Glory was on a level he just wasn't capable of playing at. She was a god, and he wasn't Kratos.
But he could avoid giving her the satisfaction of his fear for as long as possible. So when she asked, he just lifted his chin and practically snarled, "Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but they are going to rip your head off. And you'll never see your home again."
Ready? No. But it didn't matter, she was going to do it anyway, so he was going to take as much of the joy from it as he could.