Odin hated Karliah's gaze.
Different from being attracted to someone, Karliah looked down at Odin like he was a cheap toy for her amusement.
The same way that a cat might perceive a small rodent or a bird.
Odin was a man with immense pride in himself and his station.
Looking down upon him like this was a nearly surefire way to inspire his anger.
"Are you going to put this down?" Karliah pointed to the tip of his spear pointed at her neck. "Or are you one of those playing rough types..?"
Odin's grip on his spear tightened. His veins pushed up against his skin.
"If your head 'miraculously' comes flying right off, it will be because you didn't know how to stop running your mouth when you should have..!"
Karliah visibly shivered as bit her lip. "That's the stuff… keep talking dirty to me just like that."
Suddenly, the metal tip of Odin's spear turned into a cloud of metallic dust.
