STAR-RIDDLED SKIES

Gods, she is so easy to infuriate. He finds himself desperately amused. Mirth bubbles from his jaws at her words, and he shrugs- his shoulders rolling. "Ah, incompetent, I think not- perhaps a bit brave for one your size.." A smirk paints itself on his jaws, and he narrows his eyes. "Oh Ms. Elysius, is that a threat?" He mutters darkly, though his eyes are light with the humor he feels at being threatened by the little imp. "One would think you weren't very sure of yourself, imp. So easily agitated by a creature like me" His tone is gently scolding, as if he's disappointed in her. Truly he isn't, he's more intrigued by her fiery temper and quick wit. His claws dig into the ground, as he moves to stretch, nearly dainty for a giant his size. Its nearly a disregard for her and any threat she could pose, as he leans back on his hind legs, stretching his forelegs in front of him, in a near bow.