"I am NOT a beast!"

The Beast roared. Your body was tossed into the dungeon. You hit your shoulder on the iron bars and wince in pain as you look up at the Beast before you. His long brown tattered fur swayed as he paced outside with his teeth gritted together and his hands swiping across the outside of the iron bars. The scent of food cooking and chipper singing could be heard from upstairs as the clanking of dishes rung out. It was cold in the dungeon and you shivered a little, causing the beast to glare

"Stop that. Stop shivering."

He growls