Another point to Hux when his breaking anger took Ren by surprise, leaving the dark warrior momentarily stunned while listening to the distinct threat being snapped against him, eyes wide in the fact that any man would dare to touch him in this fashion, would have the gall to speak to him as such. Given though that if any man would, it would be Hux, but he wasn't going to take that for a moment. His surprise was burned away in the face of his however momentary indignity, the anger that always simmered just beneath the surface.

Pale fingers came up and wrapped brutally tight around the wrist of the hand holding him, holding nothing back as his thumb dug into the soft veins and tight tendons of the underside of the wrist. His words in return matched in tone to the General's, but there was nothing about Kylo Ren that was cold. His anger was always fiery hot, meant to sear and scald and burn in its path. "I have no such orders to make sure you do the same," he said in threat, staring Hux in the eye. His nerves thrummed with the rush of anger-adrenaline, Hux close enough he could make out every detail of his face, smell him as he leaned in to bring their faces closer together.

The cocky little cardinal that had dared to insult him before the Supreme Leader. He would make Hux pay for the loss of face many times over.