Easy now, if I was gonna kill ya, I wouldn't be yappin' this much.

[Just a bit of a snicker. The texture of it feels akin to bark or the roots of a big, healthy tree. He can make smaller, normal vines if he wanted too but, he figure she gets the gist of it.]

I'd feel it for a hot second, yeah, but as soon as it's detached from me it ain't my problem. Guess functionally I'm somethin' like a sentient tree, but that doesn't sound as intimidating.