"You know..." Rouga frowned a bit, staring at the two ladies in front of him. "Just because you're women doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. This is me giving you the chance to rethink your actions and make a break for it."
Daki sighed. "I really do hate your kind. My master seems to be the only exception. The rest of you are only chattering monkeys."
"What was that?" Rouga felt pressed, his brows arcing towards the middle.
"You heard what I said. Let's get this over with already. I don't like keeping my master waiting." Daki did not care whatever Rouga was feeling—she was that confident.
Rouga suddenly pointed at her. "You speak as if this master of yours is some kind of god. What? Are you trying to say I am somehow beneath him?"
"I'm not trying to say anything. You are beneath. My master is simply perfect, the embodiment of perfection. You can't see that because you are simply not worthy," Daki spoke back.
