[ the glimmer in his eyes that's always present when he's tormenting others - playing with his food, as it were - seems to fade a little, and he cocks his head, cruel enjoyment replaced with something more akin to curiousity, and... something else. admiration? ]
i'm not in 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡 about anything... i'm just saying —— if you're gonna stand here and treat me like i'm not even a *person、then i don't wanna keep talking to you. regardless of what the fog says we are... i know my worth and ━