A hand shoots out, grabbing Simon by the side of the neck, one thumb jamming his chin up with enough force that the back of his head makes a loud crack as it collides with the seat.

"I don't like you. And I don't like your lies. And I don't like how you refer to Alex, as if he were some sort of whore for my pleasures."

He smiles. It is definitely not a nice smile. It's so very not nice that it doesn't even have fangs. This smile promises to rip your throat out without the help of longer canines. Dull teeth.

It'd hurt more.

"I don't want to meet you again, sir. In fact, I'm tempted to end your life right now just to save myself that trouble. However, I'm aware of the rules in this place and Death would be quite cross with me. I'd like to avoid that. But please, sir, I'd appreciate if you stayed away from Alex."

A sunny grin as he presses a nail into the soft spot under Simon's jaw, drawing blood. He jerks his thumb, carefully so as not to tear the wound any...just enough to hurt.

"Is that understood?"