“Nobody talks to me like this,” he said. “Do you think you could threaten me a little more?” This time, she shrank away from him. All the excitement she’d read in him—and why he’d come out to talk to her in the first place—took on grotesque new context. He wasn’t afraid for his life. This was the highlight of his life. Or it was both of those things. She did not understand humans. Today, she did not want to. Oh, she threatened Laurent. Threatened him right through a door, and out of her lair. He left infuriatingly happy.
