"Hex, I don't know how to break this to you, but unless those fangs are made of iron, your wolf is no match for a fae prince. I could freeze you in time until morning, I could trap you, taze you, banish you to another realm- Hell, I could turn you inside out with a flick of my wrist. I don't need to be afraid of you, Hex. Really, if you had any sense, you'd fear me," he finished with a little yawn. "...Fancy a mimosa?" he asked as he sat up.