"Maybe it is because I had been seeking potential people to infect? You would of been an interesting addition." There was a pause, biomass rippling as a black and red cord, shifting colors moved from his shoulder, twisting around the other’s ankle, and jerked back, twisting to the left a bit.
The virus had an amused grin on his features, the tendril pulling back from the man quickly, retreating into his form.
The sibilant sound of threat earned his glance, stalwart body going rigid in preparation for assault. Firstly, the right arm of his weapon was drawn while he was being carouseled toward the dirt, though the impact was short of mildly agitating as he’d turned to land on an elbow which’d swiftly propelled him back to his feet; chains rattling in angry mockery of their wielder.
His arm swung out, the sharp end of his blade lopping off the retreating tendril’s tip, leaving a writhing meager few inches of gore at the feet of the Ghost’s attacker in reprimanding.
“—your last mistake.”
"Didn’t your mother teach you never to turn your back from a potential enemy?"
//retorts with a shrug, his gait unwavering in speed
You are no threat to me.
"Make me. I’ve had soldiers try to threaten me better then your poor choice in words."
Were you worth my time.
//he bristles nevertheless, pacing away from the opposing
"Do you really believe I will listen to you? You’ve peaked my interests. If I deem you are no use, I leave. Simple as that, get it, kitty?”
You prod the wrong bull, child. Still your tongue or have it stilled for you.
"If I don’t want to? I don’t have to listen to ‘humans’."
//glowers at word choice
Then simply stay out of my way.
God of War: Ghost of Sparta