"Want me to list the reasons? I'm not some ass of a human being who's got no personality, I could literary pick up this palette and crush you with it if I wanted, and I do, but I won't, and the difference is I bet you would outta spite." He pauses, climbing up to the outcropping again.

And then he picks up on it.

"So what can you do, magic man? You got powers, and that's why you're such a prat? Or is it that you just are and you don't even realize?"