"Someday?" He laughs snidely and as he does so lunges at her with no desire to actually grab her. Though, at the same time he sprouts his black bull horns, claws on his finger tips, and his eyes go flame red. His presence doubles in height, wings spreading. The smell of death and disease fill the air as well as an oppressive weight to the mood that feels like sorrow. It's a move to torment and cause fear, unfortuantely for the inhabitants scaring the hell out of them wasn't blocked by the anti-violence barrier.