He knew she'd play fun with him, her agile little body twisting around his warrior-like one. He laughs at her words, loving every second at how they played dirty but spoke like lovers. He coos as he draws closer, knowing she'd not gonna attack. She wasn't one to be stupid, he knew that much about her. She just played it by ear, dodging whatever came at her and bouncing back up, taunting and playful. It honestly didn't bug him...he liked to play with his food before eating it. But he wasn't eating her, no, he would force her to produce his children if it was the last thing he did.

"My spicy love, I wasn't trying. I'm simply playing with you. You should know that much, my darling," he coos, eyes alight with such an expression of excitement, playfulness, and fake affection one might have exploded just looking in the dark amber soulless eyes. The fae who tried alluring Anexea into battle was simply a prop, her attempts at battle failing. Turning toward her in an annoyed expression, he sneered at her with his blood-stained canines. "You're a pest. Go jump off the cliff or risk the wrath of Darth Vader, Dark Lord of all." Ahh, so she was going to attack. Fine by him. As she came pelting toward him, he easily ducked down and rolled onto his side, sending her crashing over him instead of landing on her target. He leaps lightly to his paws. Too lightly for a brute of such bulk to do so. Gazing back at the agile fae, he speaks again. "No, I did not think, my dear. Come, let us leave this pest and go someplace far away from prying eyes so that we may converse in quietness."