You do not know me for sure, yet you feel yourself better than me. But if you ever deliberately provoke me, in a way trying to hurt me, I'm so worried that you will die, or injured with heart full of revenge. The kind of revenge which you will never be able to fully retaliate, a revenge that will only add to next innocent victims. In between you and me.
Listen, a goad's anything that provokes or incites an enemy---let me have a go: cursed deamon! You have met your end! The shivering fire awaits you! I shall spread your vile essance across this hall like.. Um, like margarine, a very think layer of it..---ye-es.. Im not sure he'll pick up on that analogy. Never mind, keep going.