Ammon cocked up an eyebrow when the large one dared to step out in front of him, merely sizing him up before scoffing a tthe idea of this man having the audacity to try to confront him. Looking down at the man's feet and spitting at it and simply saying<strong>"You're less than nothing here, I give not a shit about your thoughts."</strong>Crossing his arms over his chest, and looking the man dead in the eyes before he turned to walk away. This one, he'd have fun killing in the near future. However his gaze looked back towards the woman and a small smile crept over his features as his thoughts turned to another matter entirely. Ammon was a lustful sort, and so if you threw an attractive enough woman in front of him? He'd be prone to trying to partake in another one of his favored activities. The large one would die soon enough, that much Ammon needed not worry about.