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He loathed how this woman scolded him like he were a child; it tugged his features into a scowl. Black Hat was as egotistical as they came. As such, he could not let even a modicum of disrespect go unpunished. It was obvious she expected him to feel ashamed, to bleat out some kind of apology and promise "I won't do it again, ma'am." Having effectively fanned his own flames, he was officially irate. This wench had no idea who or what he was. He stood.

Well, don't leave me wondering, He started, taking a step forwards. What will you do to me? Break my leg? Pluck out my good eye? Another step, then another. No no, my punishment should be more fitting. How about tearing my balls off? It's the symbolic ones that really leave an impression, you know. Black Hat spoke casually as if commenting on the weather, smiling that awful yellow smile.

He stopped just over a foot away from the woman and stared down his nose at her. His smile fell away into something cold, something deathly serious. Be glad you have no clue who I am.