The woman flinched at Belialthorn's words but she still stood her ground and glared with growing intensity.
"We fight with whatever we can. You think I will just roll over like some overgrown puppy and let you pet my stomach?"
"Trust me I won't touch your stomach with a stick not to talk of my hand. I'm picky with what I touch and certainly not with the way you stink." Belialthorn said with flat coldness.
The woman blinked at him, surprised. He had spoken as if that was the way it had always been. As if she was so beneath him he could not even consider touching her.
Rota could still remember how he had told her to have a bath too, back when they first met in Havenbrook.
Belialthorn continued. "You saw us, don't you? Saw the way we fought. Now, do you want to deal with us like the human you are or like an animal?"
