"It is amusing that you think such words can hurt me."

As she starts shouting and swearing, he begins to laugh, low and quiet in the back of his throat. Finally, a reaction. He grins as his eyes glance from her wet, bloody face to the festering wound forming on the back of her hand. A strange smell fills the air, one of the acid and the breaking-down flesh. He still holds her wrist tightly. He knows how to neutralize this acid, but he isn't going to, not unless he starts to see muscle and bone.