[ He continues to stare him down, unfazed.

... At least until Red Son calls him "wild." Just like he'd been that day. Choosing hate and betrayal after months of kinship. Love. That his partner had taken him back still leaves him shocked and confused in so many ways.

Then of course the guy starts talking about who he's murdered again. While that bastard had 100% deserved it (he would have killed his partner otherwise), the knowledge still can't erase the feeling of disgust in his heart.

He clenches a fist at his side, digging his nails into his palm to keep from punching this asshole. But the tremble in his heated gaze still suggests that a mark has been hit.

He desperately falls back on facts, flashes of memory, of the monster he knows. As he two steps closer, posture radiating pure aggression and threat. ]

What do I know about demons? I know how you enjoy causing pain, how the thrill of the hunt excites you, I can see it in your eyes. How you revel in your power over others.

And you know nothing about me.

[ Every word is nearly snarled through his teeth. ]