Look at you, you sad, pathetic, little wimp. Not only do I tower over you, I’m also much much stronger and more muscular. You’re weedy, and your pathetic body indicates how little will power you have. You have the nerve to come here and expect to be allowed to serve me? I suspect you’re getting off on the knowledge that I could pin you down or throw you around with barely any effort at all. I’ll tease you, certainly, because I find it funny to watch you gape at my muscular shoulders and arms, but I’m not going to allow a sad specimen like you to touch me.