*He gazes at her dully, either not recognising or not caring for her disdain. Though their little corner of the swamp is deserted, if there is any rustle or sign of life among the vegetation he growls deep in his throat and the hair that covers him stands on end defensively. He may not be the most physically intimidating shade in Hell, but he's certainly thicker and larger than the few unevolved damned that have the gall to wander within eyeshot.

She's his companion- he's automatically come to think of her as his mate seeing as she is the only female he's in long-term contact with- and he'll tear someone's throat out if they attempt to take possession.*