Haunted Wood tears for fears

Slade only chuckled at the swift slash of subtle rudeness, the gentle thunder booming from deep within this throat. The hostility hurt him none. 

The second question was worth an answer, but only barely. Apologies were useless in a situation like this, as no harm was done to him.  Tempered rumble of chained destruction, he gently replied, "If it were, your body would have been fodder at mercy to the elements, love."

As the brute came to admire her pelt, a fierce aurora of varied chocolates and earthen colors, he found himself speaking again.
Fiery oranges met her own.

"This is Haunted Woods. Welcome to the abode of illusionists."