[flip... flip... fl- he lifts his head and faces xue yang fully, a tiny cant of something curious and perhaps predatory about his position.]

You've never felt fear?

[not the dismissive wave of someone steeped in too many for a formed decision, but rather someone who thinks he's above the notion of being scared at all. a man devoid of one very important piece of his heart. what other emotions is this bastard bereft of? or simply says he is. sitting here in his comfortable clothes and pretty face, claiming he has nothing to dread. tiny claws of intent dig along his skin beneath his suit, the faintest hints of a dark aura, akin to steam vapor or soft flame, licks up from his shoulders. no one is devoid of fear... anyone who says they are simply hasn't been scared yet.]

Everyone has something that scares them. [irritation needles his voice, as if he's mildly ticked at xue yang's flippant claim.] I wonder what yours is.

[his looks? easily enough ripped off. his lifestyle? disasters happen. an age old answer is death, but something tells him this man's tougher than a basic threat to kill him. not the kind to beg and cling for his life... idiot.]

I'd like to rip open your heart.

[his current life is sitting here relatively being nice. that could change.]