He smiled softly, and then suddenly let his amusement just drain out of him, reverting back to what he had been like when he had been hunting orcs. He let her watch the amusement turn into complete disdain and disgust, before slowly leaning forward. "Because if you do that, I will find you, believe me, I will, and when I do, whatever threat this... pretentious and stupid Wrymlord used to keep you in line will seem like a child's temper tantrum before I get even a quarter of the way STARTED with you. Let the fact I seem amused at life delude you into thinking I am one of those heroes that thinks everyone is naturally good and savable. When I burn your face off and start skinning your bones a layer off at a time, and then pulling the shards through your skin and muscles, maybe then you will believe me when I say you DON'T want to screw around with me."<br/><br/>He was inches from her face, and his eyes had reverted to their cat slits, and his fangs had fully developed, slowly morphing into a dragon's visage barely inches from her when he finally finished. And just as abruptly as the nasty, evil side of him and shown itself, it was gone, probably leaving her wondering if she had merely imagined it, until she looked at the table, and saw inch deep claw marks where his fingers had rested. He leaned back, that amused smile and good nature returning, before he raised an eyebrow. "So, what is it going to be, service, immediate death, or trial and imprisonment followed by a probable death?"