Body heaved with laughter, shoulders rolling as he bubbled with intense amusement. The girl seemed to be curling in on herself, writhing in her fears as he gazed upon her frail form. "Girl, you are morbidly mistaken if you think I'm going to walk away without a little taste." At this he would grow serious, dark frame bristling as the fur upon him rose to make himself appear larger. If it was a fight for herself she wanted, then a fight she would get. Teeth showed in a display of twisted amusement and hunger, she would become his little toy. A slave to his desires for as long as he wanted. He had no intentions of letting her go, he was going to take what belonged to him. Girls, power, the world...it would all be his someday. He had started with the Seracian bitch that had been cross with him, and in the end he had torn her limb from limb, her blood pooled on the ground and her forbidden fruit so delightfully taken before she had been shredded apart. The banshee almost seemed to lick his lips, reveling in what he was about to taste. "If you value so much yourself, let's come to terms then, shall we?" If she refused, or chose to run or fight...he would gladly chase her down and dominate.
