"You're not going to kill me, so it doesn't matter," he said with a huff. What did it matter if he got hurt? It would get better, and it wasn't as if he could feel it. This guy wouldn't kill him...probably.

There really wasn't the fear of death ground into him that there should have been. In his eyes he was untouchable.

"Nyaa, why, you scared? Should I start breaking you? Tell me your name," he said with an eager grin.