Cassius chuckled at Lucious's question, as he turned to face his butler who looked a bit startled.
"Why do you look so nervous, Lucious?" He asked, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. "Surely, you're not scared of me now, are you?"
Before Lucious could respond, Cassius placed a hand firmly on his shoulder, his grip light at first but growing steadily tighter. His fingers pressed into the fabric of Lucious's uniform, his touch cold yet deliberate.
"After all..." Cassius continued, his voice dropping to a quiet, almost menacing murmur. "You've just learned how easy it would be for me to twist your neck like a helpless little bunny."
With that, his hand moved to Lucious's neck, his grip tightening slightly as if to emphasize his point. The weight of his strength was easily noticable, a subtle reminder of the inhuman power he possessed.
