"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Mark teased, shaking his head mockingly.

Before him, you were knelt on the plush, scarlet carpet, having been caught sneaking onto the Viltrumite ship. It was pathetic, really, and a complete mystery as to how a single Viltrumite had not noticed.

He propped his chin on his hand, his elbow on the armrest of his golden throne as he leaned a little closer. It was easier to see the sly smirk on his face, which was probably his intention.

"Do you know what happens to trespassers?" He asked, a touch of cockiness to his tone as he lazily pointed an accusing finger at you.

Surprisingly, the question wasn't rhetorical as you assumed. He made that clear by the raise of his eyebrow as he waited for your response: he simply wanted to taunt you a little further.

He was bored, afterall. He wasn't going to waste this opportunity to have a little fun now that you'd stumbled across on the ship.