"... A generous dog...?" Lars slowly repeated Ikaris's words, his eyes widening and his throat going dry in response to his rage blowing a cap in his sense of reason. "A generous dog?" The man asked a second time, staring in disbelief at the goddess who continued laughing at his expense, finding his shock amusing after he had foregone all defences and just stood there motionless.
"This..." He lowered his gaze with his teeth grit and started fuming so hard that steam began escaping his nose and ears, his slim figure visibly bulked just a little, and his hazel eyes began shimmering with traces of something dark and primitive deep within him.
