[Ajax would probably argue that his own poetry probably sounds a little better and smoother when he says it, compared to that, which is what makes it even funnier when she says it. Yoimiya definitely looks like she's having fun imitating him, and Tartaglia's eyes are wide with amusement as he listens to her recite things he's probably said in the past at some point during their time together. Such bloodthirsty words coming out of that little body...he'd hardly be able to imagine it if it weren't happening right before his very eyes.

He can barely keep his laughter in at her little chant at the end of that last bit. His eyes gleam, feeling his fighting spirit getting riled up just by her words.]

I think you just made all of that one up. Is that what I sound like to you, like I'm some kind of bloodthirsty hound who's only seeking a battle wherever he goes?

[He's not denying that it's true that he really is always looking for a fight. Even now, there's a brewing chaos behind his eyes, an itch he can't reach that's growing more and more present in his veins for a fight. He looks at her with a hunger that's only satiated with blood, licking his lips as he sizes his little girlfriend up.

Now he does want to fight...]