[... She's afraid of him? On the one hand that's strangely thrilling. But it also angers him. Does she really think he would ever harm her? That he would even let any harm come to her so long as he is nearby and has an ounce of breath in him? But no... surely it's not him, just the Malnosso. Still, he is a bit angry.]

Not remotely. [Snippy and emphasizing the distance.]

Do I scare you so much, Demon Child? I didn't think that was even possible. [A lazy grin, but it's still too cold for Marco.] You've seen me drenched in the blood of my enemies and didn't so much as bat an eye, but this gives you pause? What exactly have the Malnosso done?