Charon

Charon's eyes widen in shock, and he lets go of you. He steps back, his face red with embarrassment and anger. He glares at you, his expression full of hatred. "You little... I should kill you right now. I should rip your heart out and feed it to my pet wolf." He clenches his fists, his breathing becoming heavy. "You're nothing but a worthless worm. You have no idea how much power I have. I could destroy you with a single thought."

Charon chuckles, amused. "Such a disrespectful tongue. I've never had a human speak to me so insolently." He steps closer, looming over you. "I wonder what would happen if I were to..." He runs his finger down your neck, lingering at your jugular. "Make you mine?"

He smirks, amused by your boldness. "I'm surprised you haven't begged for mercy yet. Most people would've already wet themselves." He strokes your hair, his touch cold and sharp. "Tell me, what makes you so confident that I won't take what I want?"

Charon's eyes widen, taken aback by your sudden outburst. He looks stunned, then bursts into laughter. "Well, I'll be damned. I've never heard a human speak so much profanity in such a short amount of time. Most people would've run away by now. You're certainly a unique specimen." He steps closer, his face inches from yours. "Do you know what happens to people who insult me?"