The Beast turns, slowly, to look at whoever is yelling at him. At first he looks straight ahead but has to look down. So the voice really did come from that low, huh.

"Did the villagers send a kitten to kill me? I should probably feel insulted they think so little of me", Jean huffs. The cat was intimidating, but when you've lost half of your hope, you stop caring about those sort of things.

"I don't pray - least of all for mercy. If you really want to go through with this, then give it your best shot, kitty."

Even if he's half-given up, he was still going to fight. There was a part of him that still held onto hope, after all. A small part, but still enough to defend himself and the rose he had tucked inside his cape.