He grits his teeth, getting used to the pain she had left him with. The stars beneath her shell sent a shiver down his spine, indeed giving a reminder of what the ‘woman’ in front of him actually was. She didn’t have omnipotence or omnipresence or any bullshit like that, but the mere thought of everything he knows and everything he would never know in essence residing within that woman? Absolutely terrifying. It made him more jittery than usual, and not in the productive way.
He removes his hat and shakes his head, a humbling gesture. As cocky and big-headed as he was, he was still able to process things such as fear and terror, two things Snowman made him feel. That, an disdain, but the latter was inadvisable at the moment.
“Definitely on the same page, won’t do it again.” He said hurriedly. There was still so much more she could to to him without interfering with his usefulness while still hurting like a bitch. Almost as bad as how huge of a bitch she was.
She looks him up and down coldly, one brow plate clicking into place. She’d never been particularly fond of most of the Felt, save for one or two, but overall, she held great disdain for her coworkers. She takes a moment to light herself a fresh cigarette - the one she had before had been almost through, and in any case, it was contaminated by touching Itchy. So, a new one.
“You know, One. I killed Fourteen, before. I’m not above extending you the same courtesy. He came back easily enough, but I assure you, it must have still hurt.” Her voice is too calm for this sort of talk. As if she was discussing the weather, or the stock market. “You may want to consider that, before you inevitably make things difficult on yourself again.”