[As angry as Fenris is right now he still listens to Rafe as opposed to just waiting for his turn to shut this idea down once and for all. His nostrils flare as he watches Rafe take a seat right in front of him, body giving off heat where Rafe's had been giving off a chill.

"Which is why I would need you."

Those words cut through Fenris like a knife through butter. His markings glow a dull light, but no more vibrant than they normally would upon hearing such an admission from Rafe. Why does he have to hear something so wonderful now? About this?]

I don't deal with creatures purporting themselves to be some kind of god. Ever. And even If I did, [which he adds because he's still going to hear Rafe out, out of respect,] there would nothing I could do to stop it from doing what it wants. There are no loopholes and careful plans against these creatures.

The only solution is their death.