When the woman completely changed her demeanor to a more defensive one, Corvus was surprised, but clearly amused. He gave a hearty laugh, pointed fangs glistening in the light with his saliva. That's much better,
He said with a grin, respecting her more now that he's seen that she has some semblance of a spine. What is your name?
He asked casually, not having moved an inch.
He had been willing to listen to her woes and perhaps even give some kind of advice. But with a response like this, Corvus was too stubborn to back down, especially at the prospect of a fight. A fight against him would be foolish, but he would not deny her if that's what she wanted. I thought you were dead. You looked... lonely,
He explained cooly, still unmoving from his spot. I am not your enemy, unless that's what you want. I don't think you'd like to fight me.
There was a mischievous glint in his eye that served as a quiet warning of his own, though it'd be a shame to damage such a pretty thing.
Corvus only let out a brief hum, interested by the stranger's decision to fight him. She was likely in much distress. Though he appeared relaxed, his muscles had been coiled and ready to spring him into action in case she did want a fight. Now, he was excited, adrenaline beginning its course through his veins. Still, he did not intend to seriously harm the woman, merely bring her to her senses.
He leapt to his left, though their close proximity meant her teeth would make contact, regardless. Her fangs sank into his right shoulder with blind fury, stinging his flesh. He growled almost playfully, baring his own teeth and lunging for the base of her neck. If he were able to grab hold, he would thrash his head violently to inflict pain and tear flesh, though he shouldn't damage any blood vessels. Seeing as he would have the better grasp, hopefully she would let go.
Her tugging on his flesh sent painful shockwaves up his neck, but he had caused more damage to her. He ceased his thrashing as soon as she let go and kept out of the way of her panicked snapping jaws. Then, Corvus let go of her, quickly taking a few steps back before charging for her with his head lowered. He aimed to slam into her and topple her over, ending up with her beneath him on the ground, pinned by his weight. He would not intend to bite her again, though—the goal was to subdue her.
He had succeeded in pinning her down, and she spat something else at him that he didn't understand, but he didn't need to. She had insulted him (probably called him a bastard; that was common for him), then laid down her head for him to do his worst. But he would do nothing of the sort. Have you finally calmed down?
He asked, peering down at her amusedly. She had to understand at least a bit of English, though he didn't know if she'd grace him with a response or not. Either way, he had his fun with their little spat, though he hadn't planned on it.