"Yeah, no. You clearly have no idea who my wife-to-be is. I might be hesitant to kill you, but my wife wouldn't blink at it. Hell, she would probably ask if I want fries with the beat down and slow painful death both of us would endure," Bane answered.
Zerynthia's brow twitched, and her flames grew.
"You dare speak ill of the woman that would be your wife?!"
"If by ill, you mean true, then yeah," Bane replied, and the flames flared.
"How dare you say that about her! You are to respect your Queens when you are not in the bedroom!" Zerynthia nearly spat, and Bane put a hand over his face.
"When did this conversation get turned around to make me the bad guy? Your the one trying to rape me, and I am being a good man, against my lower brains judgement. How am I the bad guy? Also, you have no idea who Lysia is. That woman is more of a demon than you could ever dream of being."