You unsettle him.

That isn’t a easy feat, and he’s almost impressed by that. He’s humanity’s strongest soldier, and whilst he knows he could take you down in a blink of an eye—there is something in your character that is… off.

He sees it in expeditions. The flare runs rise, and soldiers are being eaten, devoured alive. Through the blood, through the smoke, he sees you watching curiously.

Smiling.

Relishing in it.

You disgust him, and yet, he thinks you’re awfully pretty.