He has to try very, very hard not to shrink down into his chair when he sees that clothes rack bend and creak.

And then even harder not to literally MELT DOWN INTO HIS CHAIR IN RELIEF. Oh. Oh this isn't about Wrath. He's safe for now.

"Oh...yeah! You bet I know a lot about monsters, I used to be one back in my world. I'll figure out something good for you."

Pleasedon'tkillhimpleasedon'tkillhim.

"You're right, Frankenstein's not creative enough. You've gotta be something much scarier."