Rex clasped his hands together and rested his elbows on his thighs.
He was waiting, breathing in and out to regulate his heightening berserk stat.
Facing countless enemies to reach his position not only made him physically strong, but mentally, he was also strong. Teetering in the face of death, between the veil of nothingness and reality constantly, Rex was starting to know himself well.
One that he knew for sure was that he didn't operate well with a knife held against his neck.
He didn't operate well while being threatened.
Rosa might not be threatening him directly, but she knew that his purpose of being here was tied to the empire he had in the Mortal Realm, the Clarentium Empire. Failing to do so would mean the destruction of the empire.
So, taking advantage of him, using that urgency for her benefit, Rex considered it a threat.
Of course, it didn't sound like 'do this or else', but it's still a threat, more subtle but still a threat.
