[That earns Fukuda a sudden snap of Douman's gaze - its hard and dark and filled with a sharpness, like the man just pulled out a knife.]

...Attempt to put a hole in my head, and I shall gladly rip your neck out with my teeth first.

[A threat, delivered firmly, even in the midst of this growing bloodlust.]

But...but I am not one to be satisfied so easily...give me more, more..