Wickedly jealous. That was all he could feel as he watched that insignificant amoeba try to chat you up.

You weren't acknowledging it, of course, Thrax knew that you loved him and wouldn't ever cheat on him with a creature so insignificant.

But that didn't stop Thrax from slicing the amoeba apart with his long claws on his pointer finger.

Afterwards, he pushed his long, purple dreads back. "..Hey, baby." His normally smooth tone was rocky.