Perhaps more incense would make it smell nicer.
Don't let your guards down. Even when my head is turned I still might make a face at you. Glaring, eyes juxtaposed to a focused beam that goes anywhere I deem necessary. I'll laugh, I'll talk it up like nothing happened at all. I am removed from your games, your charades. My will can not break unless it chooses to break itself. Impervious, shielded, ice-cold. Who ever told you that I was weak can talk to me now. I will focus my lynx-like beam and melt them into the child that they once were. Can't let my gaurd down.... I can't.