“Hm? Repeat that. Now.” He leaned over you, looking down at your face, staring into your eyes. “A weakling said what to you?”

He scowled as you meekly repeated that a man had approached you and said that you were beautiful.

He grunted, shaking his head, gripping your cheeks with one of his large hands. “I should be the only one ever laying my eyes upon you.”

“I give you two options. Never leave my sight, or I could scoop every humans’ eyes out of their sockets.”