[Says the pretty god with the black, black eyes. That is a fantastic level of annoyance.]
I know what I said and what I said is truth. If I say I wasn’t intending to be “mean and scary” then I wasn’t intending to be. Or are you as dimwitted as this first impression is telling me you are?
I am not pretty, thank you. I know not how a hulking mass of muscle such as myself is even remotely “pretty.” You are irking and I care not for your words.
[Oooh, I like how you’re telling me what to think. Temper, temper. I’ll call you pretty if I think you are pretty.]