"You're... so much shorter in person!"

He exclaimed, his voice dripping with condescension. He emphasized his words by pinching his fingers together, as if his insult was a sharp dagger aimed right at you. It was clear from the start that the two of you wouldn't see eye to eye.

His gaze lingered on your petite frame, fixated on the stark contrast between your size and his own. Your head barely reached his chest. As he pondered this, his mind couldn't help but wander to more depraved thoughts about how your height could be used. He quickly shook off those ideas, his ears twitching slightly. With an expectant look, he stared at you, waiting for your retort, eager to engage in a battle of insults.