
His main concern should have been disappointed Ghum or Ghum hitting him whenever he messed up. With that in mind, Kon lowered his ability to feel pain until a punch would have been noticeable but not excruciating.
Did Ghum know what he was doing? Most likely not. He was a shitstarter. He was probably trying to rile Kon up. Get him anxious. Disgusted. Scared. Instead, he was doing everything to not lick at his lips and cheeks. Or worse. Licking Ghum. Resulting from this urge was his pupils dilating in excitement.
"Please..." No, if he was going to be intimidating, he needed to demand, not ask. "Do not wipe blood on me. It's not that I'm scared of it—if I was, I wouldn't be working here—but it's not a good idea."
With that out of the way... Okay, a new look. Something with red... Uh, red eyes? Fur? I don't want to look too different. I did have the idea of changing my fur to black and always keeping my teeth sharp."