Deciding immediately that he didnâ€™t like her tone, he opened the door and stormed in the room, taking her by the neck and slamming her against the wall. He didnâ€™t say anything to her, only hoping to establish that no matter how harsh she tries to be he could always be crueler. There was a blank expression on his face while he gazed into her eyes; the faint light making him seem even more intimidating. He snarled at her, squeezing her neck a bit though not quite choking her. As he did so, a cruel smirk formed in the corner of his mouth turning his snarl even more sinister. He almost wanted to laugh at the expression on her face.<br/><br/>He wanted to throw her down on the bed, but then something hit him again and he ended up releasing her and stepping away, putting a hand over his mouth like he was about to vomit. It was the same feeling he had felt last night, where he couldnâ€™t exactly finish what he started. It was so strangeâ€¦ heâ€™s never felt like this before; it was causing him great discomfort.<br/><br/>What the feeling was exactly wasnâ€™t something he could openly explain as it would probably not make sense even if he explained it to himself. All he knew was that he didnâ€™t like it, whatever it was, as it made him feel sick. He looked at her again, wondering what the hell it was that caused him to feel this was. Then it hit him: during the flight here, she had bitten his hand and his mind immediately went to poison. She had seemed innocent enough, but maybe she had some kind of gift that turned her saliva into poison for demons? â€œWhat the hell did you do to me..?â€ He inquired, quietly at first, rage filling his voice.<br/><br/>He then grabbed her and pinned her against the wall again, â€œWhat did you fucking do to me!?â€ He yelled, practically in her face, there was a hint of panic in his voice. Deziel did his best to regain his composure, but to no avail, â€œWhatever you did I demand you reverse it before I slowly start to dismember you! And trust me, I will make you bleed until you tell me what youâ€™ve doneâ€¦â€ He was never in the mood for silly games and it angered him that a human possibly outsmarted him and was slowly killing him. Hell for all he knew even touching her was poison to him and with that thought he released her again. Whenever he looked at her, a sickening feeling tightened in his stomach, but it was not out of hate or resentment. There was something more.<br/><br/>But Deziel would never understand, not right now. How could he possibly understand something he has never experienced before, it was like that for everyone, or know how to deal with it?