Oh, little Daniel. Did our conversation not take? I hate to have to issue reminders.

[He continues shifting closer. If Daniel tries to fly upwards and away, he'll have the massive cat in hot pursuit, brain sparking alive with the thrill of the chase.]

Revenge? [He laughs, low in his chest. A deep rumble. In the gloom of the alley the beginnings of his glow creep in, red gleaming from his wings and yellow light from his eyes.] Daniel, if I wanted revenge I'd have broken every single one of your little fingers in that prison cell when I came to say hello!

[He doesn't stop approaching.]

This? This is just for pleasure.