She doesn't care anymore for his nonsensical steam of words. Marvel.... Wolverine.... Terms from his world that mean nothing to her. Now, she only needs him to know that he should fear her.

....And yet, he's continuing to chatter away, even if inbetween gasps of breath. Commenting on her nails...! Is he truly insane?! The fey scowls at him, and a growl accompanies it, lip drawn upward to reveal sharp teeth, the sound low and menacing as it ripples her throat. He truly must have a death wish. And yet..... he's warning her against it.

"What do you mean, extra me's? Answer me now." She doesn't understand, practically snarling the words at him as she forces him closer to her face, not gentle at all as she yanks his body closer, eyes fixed on him. He is warning her not to kill him; she wants to know why. Demands it, and though she loosens her hold on his throat just a little so he can (maybe) speak better, her other hand grasps the front of his clothing, long fingers curled tightly into it.