Give her a taste of my wrath, Daimon.

Daimon grasped his trident tighter. The features of his face were morphing, becoming more pronounced, and his eyes...

He closed his eyes and forced his darksoul into submergence before looking again to Buffy and replying. "Do not mock me." While Daimon's eyes and face were now normal, or as close to it as they had ever been, his voice was low and unearthly.