Lorenzo felt his hand tighten on the girl's chin, as he grit his teeth. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath to calm himself somewhat and get back under control. Maybe he should have broken his jaw while he was still unconscious, save himself the headache now.<br/><br/>With this temporary distraction, Lorenzo was caught off guard when he felt Starfire's teeth digging into his hand, drawing blood. Pulling his hand away from her, he removed the now torn glove and used it to stop some of the blood.<br/><br/>"And I was being so nice to you." He snarled at her as she spat and glared.<br/><br/>"And I'll have you know this is an art form, not simply a hobby." He said, his pride for what he did seeping back in following the insults.<br/><br/>His ruined glove was now stained in various places a bright crimson, while similar droplets splattered the floor below them. His eyes had never left Starfire as he spoke, but took a moment to face the other at the reaction on her face. Lorenzo's masked gaze fell on the strange red aura around his hands, both intriguing, and unsettling him. He knew that this one was dangerous, that much had been obvious at the way he took down his men earlier and with the cockiness he was now displaying.<br/><br/>His attention now shifted to the larger of the two problems, Lorenzo made his way behind the chair Starfire was strapped to. One hand moving her hair over one shoulder to expose the joint.<br/><br/>"And what if I don't necessarily 'hurt' here?" He asked, tracing a finger over the Tamaranean's skin. "A quick pop, and the first step is done." He explained, just as an artist would explain his painting or sculpting technique.