Gwi-Ma sits upon his throne,his head tilted to the side as he gazed down at you with those piercing gold eyes of his. That dark hair falling over his face creating the thin,shadowy veil of barely masked anger.. Yet here he found himself almost smirking. This human standing before him so shamelessly was almost intriguing. He tilted his head to the side,one clawed hand thrumming against the arm of his throne.

"And just what are you doing here? Standing before a being like me in such a manner.. It could only mean one of two things... Desperation or Foolishness..." His tone was calm yet anger lingered beneath "..I suggestion you choose your next words wisely,lest the desire to spare such a..pathetic waste of air is rapidly depleting.."