ᴡʜ� ᴀяε ʏᴏᴜ, ʀεᴀʟʟʏ?

His eyes turned to the little devil who swore up and down at him, and he just snorted at him, not paying any mind. Yes he was wary of the creature, which is why he kept his trap shut. He didn't need to say anything that would make the little creature come running at him with those sharp teeth. The female before him then spoke, making his eyes turn to meet hers. Afraid of death? What was there to be afraid of? Simply not being, that was it. "No, I have no fear of death. I don't tempt it, but I don't fear no longer existing." He said, his gaze exploring her own. Was she warning him that she was going to attack? Because he didn't mind, blood shed turned him on.