"Heh heh..... They know I could, if I wanted to. I train with Monsieur Fier-à-bras quite often, after all. Why wouldn't they be nervous?" Rook grins, perhaps a little too pleased with himself. Why shouldn't he be smug, being able to inspire so many predators to feel that instinctive, visceral fear of a mere human? At first, some had thought he might be simply an herbivore..... It hadn't taken long to disabuse them all of that particular illusion, had it? Ah, such memories!

"Well, who knows? They might. How do you feel about me, Monsieur Prémédité?" Is he looking forward to this answer a little too much? Maybe. Juuuuuuust maybe.