Kingmaker

My senses went on high alert and my thoughts filled with panic. Was he going to kill me?

[Thank you for your assistance.] 

The scary wasp spoke after a pause and I sighed with relief. 

However, the scary wasp's claws were still placed between the horns on my head and I tried not to move. He didn't squeeze or press down at all, yet I felt their sharp sting. 

What the hell?

It took me less than a second to understand the ramifications of such a gesture and my face immediately darkened. 

W-wasn't this a...head pat? 

It was a head pat.

I felt mortified and completely insulted. This wasp did not see me as anything threatening, rather my status had been reduced to that of a small animal. I didn't know which was worse - suffering multiple defeats at his hand or this. 

Yeah, this was worse. 

"I'm going to kill him." I seethed with rage.