What is he so happy about? He almost pees himself when he hears my voice. I know that my voice is pure bliss, a thing so glorious and so pure that anyone would crave to hear more. But he makes it into such a big deal. I merely lift a brow at the golden boy. He then speaks and I am appalled at his words. What an annoying creature he is. I already am getting this strange urge to knock him to the ground and sit on his face so he shuts up. What the hell was he talking about, anyway? No one else has ever had trouble understanding what I say when I speak the common tongue, yet I do admit I dislike it so much that I give no effort into speaking it 'correctly', though as I am aware there are no technical rules on language, it is merely a means of getting the message across. Obviously since no one else had trouble, he was of lesser intelligence. I let a tiny smirk fall onto my beautiful yet strong features.

"Scis hoc, quod sanguinis est turbare antiquae mulieres non possunt?"

I say with a bit of attitude, making it quite obvious I am making fun of him because he doesn't understand what I am saying, and yet, I have a feeling he is so thick skulled that he wouldn't even understand the concept of mocking. My words in Latin flow like the very river that flows next to us, so perfectly and in harmony, and yet when it falls on his ears it is like when the water falls off the cliff, a whole bunch of racket. Surly, he can tell that I am capable of speaking the most superior of languages with easy and beauty. But to amuse him, then fine. I will actually put effort into my common tongue just for him. I am always willing to prove how awesome and truly superior I am when I so decide to do so. My copper eyes descend upon him like two orbs of the sun burning brightly, though I must admit still I hold barely any facial expression. He doesn't need to know what I am thinking, though he probably tell a superior switch had turned on in my head, one that no other had triggered before. There is a beauty in my eyes as they look upon him, one that does not lift.

"It is the language of Latin. It is a language of old of which the common tongue descends. Malina is no angel. She is not of blood. Malina learned the common tongue first and the ancient tongue second. You would not understand, for you speak off assumptions. Watch your tongue, for you speak ignorance."

I say simply, no variation seen in my visage as I stare him down. The golden boy speaks again and apparently he is mentally deficient, he didn't understand a word I had said. He asks questions that I have already answered and I am already tempted to lift him with my jaws and throw him off a cliff, just to see what happens. His attention span must be like that of a brainless pup. My eyes shine with an unamused look at his lack of understanding. I am not pleased that for him, I actually have to put effort into my common tongue because he is too stupid to understand my...lazy version. That or he is overly arrogant, which I have a feeling I would never get along with.

"I have already answered your question. There is no waste of life. Life is a cycle. I have only fed other lives. If you wish to get technical, I did consume parts of the creature, though small, for the blood touched my tongue. It is not a requirement to consume what you kill completely."

Of course, I am not completely sure of the matter. One does not eat the fur or bones. One does not have to eat something completely and yet there was no rules that I was aware of that I needed to eat something that I kill. Maybe I ignored that part of the 'rules' though I dislike most of the rules anyway. In all honesty I am not the typical 'angel', I will go beyond and set my own rules. I will be the one who makes them and I will be superior to the angels in the end. It is just what was meant to be. The golden boy speaks again, insulting my hearing and I find the urge to sit on his face increasing.

"Vos sunt vere stultum, urinam pedum suorum vobiscum coloratum puer."

I say as I step towards him, a glint of trouble crossing my ominously dark visage. I am much larger than he, and I know this and will use it to my advantage. I mean only to possibly intimidate, to see how he reacts. I step so close that my perfume should be all his nostrils smell. I blink as I look down upon him, my muzzle getting dangerously close.

"My father had a pelt white like the snow. He was no angel. He was an assassin. My mother is not of white. She was an angel. She, too, was an assassin. Now listen, one of the sun, why don't you tell me exactly why you are bothering me and why it is that your mind is incapable of understanding common tongue? Due to your stupidity, you have forced me into speaking in this ugly language and forced me into putting effort into this language that I never wished to use. This I am not happy about. All other common tongue users have had the brains to understand my common tongue without issue until you. Why is it you were incapable of understanding, hm? If you do not satisfy me, I will throw you over the edge and make you go for a swim"

I say, my voice still tinged with Latin and yet it was vastly improved from before. My copper gaze was fixed on his strange black eyes. i was so close to him if he did not cower away by now. My voice was entirely serious and yet stunningly smooth...but at the end, my voice almost seemed to be touched with a bit of...playfulness. He was annoying. He was dumb but I like the idea of throwing him over the edge. He would live, it would not harm him. The water was deep enough on the other side that he would not sustain injury, yet I would love to see the fear on his little golden face anyway. Pick you words carefully, little man.