Otter Creek Blame it on my own sick pride

Her reaction was not what he expected, but welcomed. Tense muscles ready to defend had already began to relax with her reply, all the while a wry grin split his face into two uneven halves. Such a blatant display on borders beg to be judged, I can't help but wonder if its to over compensate something. His tone was unusual, barely speaking to the woman he was facing and more or less a thought that he let slip casually.

Why do you become personaly defensive, a land bordering with gore and yet you only defend yourself. With a sigh, he exhaled his final word. Interesting. Depite her cold nature, he took it all in and expressed an obvious glee. One of twisted roots, but he was pleased none the less. However, he did not forget her complete question, he simply chose not to introduce himself this time. Too many times had he been the one to be asked of who he is without first a polite introduction on their part. 

I'm curious. What is it you are trying to tell with such art.