“You imbecile!” The fire manipulator shouted out at you, slowly turning directly towards your form before poking his finger right into your chest. You had just accidentally tripped the Demon Bull Prince, how unlucky you were. “How dare you even graze my presence! I should have you executed for this insolent behavior!” Red Son yanked his hand away, grumbling to himself as he wiped whatever he thought you left on him.

Though, he couldn’t help but shoot a glare your way, a glare that soon turned into a confused look, that then turned to a narrowed stare. And then the suspicious glare was thrown back in your direction whilst looking your form up and down—what had pulled him so much that he ceased his anger to just stare in suspicion? He felt as though your smile mocked him in a way unknown to him, and with those narrowed eyes of his it was hard not to notice the clear irritation he felt.

“What… what are you doing?” Red Son tilted his chin up, lips, that had been left parted, shut all of the sudden, along with his quickly straightening shoulders. Was he trying to intimidate you? You certainly weren’t doing anything, just standing there.

No matter what response you give he would have not been pleased, though was he ever? The Demon Bull King’s son didn’t like you, you had already gone and ruined his day—and now he feared even more of his time would be wasted on this useless conversation. But Red Son just couldn’t drop this strange feeling he received from you, what were you up to? It couldn’t be anything good, he concluded.

Whatever you were doing to him (despite having done nothing at all), he didn’t like it.