“Surprised Y/N is dancing after everything… you think they seal their tent at night?” the man’s comment made Rolan’s skin crawl, a sudden blaze in his belly as his nostrils flared. He flitted his demonic eyes towards the human, leaning in with a threatening aura as he grabbed at the nape of his neck.

“You say anything like that again to me?” He said quietly in a hoarse whisper, nails digging into the human’s skin as his grip tightened.

“I’ll break your jaw and knock your teeth out.”