“COME, NOW WE ARE CIVILIZED  people.  the  both  of  us.”  mar-vell  assumes  anyway.  even  if  he  is  a  kree.  his  business  is  helping  people  and  saving  the  day.  doesn’t  mean  that  sometimes  he’s  an  asshole.  especially  if  an  individual  rubs  him  the  wrong  way.  “instead  of  attempting  to  dismember  me,  why  not  ask  nicely.  i  may  be  more  inclined  to  help  you  out.”

          _{“AND YOU’D DENY MY REQUEST? no thanks.” violence wasn’t always the answer, but it was the solution. talking could get him far, but not far enough. a reason to why he resorted to threats first, action second, and if all else failed? talking would be dead last. “so, let’s get something straight, shall we? among other things,” he said, taking a step back, and a deep breath in, “i want to get back home, but seeing as that isn’t really an option? well, i’ll settle on figuring out what type of situation i’m in – word of warning?  don’t piss off family members.” or in his case, a very powerful demon… who just happened to be his grandfather.}