( Today has been especially infuriating, especially exhausting. Try as he might to stand there calm and cold, Chobe's circling puts him on edge, and any movements made to look like starts at an attack could easily earn a flinch from him. He seethes with his exhaled breath, flexing his fingers into his palm before an airy laugh falls out. Here, he lifts a hand to scrub at his own eyes, the red crescent marks beneath them almost shining in their intensity. )

How personal... That sounds so personal, you know?

( His voice lifts with something like amusement as he drops his hand away in a dramatic gesture, swooping towards Chobe. )

I get it, I do. Speaking down on me, belittling me, promising a tortuous end— go ahead and try that when you want.

( There's a smile as another laugh drips out, but his eyes are just as angry, just as frustrated. Even still, he takes a step back from this circling, throwing another hand out in a gesture. )

Because I've already gotten under your skin, haven't I? Because if I'm so weak and frail... why is it that you were left so helpless, right? I saw the look in your eyes; you wanted to kill me there, not wait. You had no choice but to wait.

( With a scoff, he turns on his heels, ready to just leave. He's not getting any more out of this, he knows, and he's not ready for any sort of fight, even with his cocky words. )

You've made an enemy of more than just me. Any torture you'd like to put me through, if you can even manage, will be returned and more~ I do hope you're ready for that.