The incubus stared at her in disbelieving rage. He was in the middle of dinner, after all. "You foolish creature!" he boomed, a clawed hand reaching for her to strike and narrowly missing her flank. "We do not like your kind and<i>you</i>he spat, putting a clawed finger an inch from her face. "Just interrupted," he made a fist, "my dinner!" He growled hungrily at her and reached for her with his other hand, grabbing her legs with ease. If he wasn't bout to eat her, he was going to do much worse.