Not a chance!

“Either your sense of humor is worse then Beast Boys or your completely out of your mind if you think that I am going to thank you for trying to **** me to wear these clothes that make me look like a dark age bar maid! Do you even know who I am? I’m…” Raven said with half demon fury

“Yes, yes, I am well aware of your personal history. You’re Raven, daughter of the demon Trigon. You are – or more accurately were – a full member of the Teen Titans. You’ve defeated all kinds of villains and rouges and scoundrels.”

With the potency of a lightning bolt Ssakcik extended his right arm and slapped Raven swiftly across her cheek with enough **** to knock her back flat onto her bum. He had slapped her with an open palm so there was no permanent damage but the sound of his hand hitting her face had sounded like thunder in her ears.

Her normally strong, cold expression was replaced with a mix of surprise and fear. Slowly she raised her hand to her face and touched the spot where he had hit her but quickly drew back her hand. Though the rest of her body was cold and pale, her cheek was red hot and even her own gentle touch made tears well up in her eyes.

“None of that matters anymore you ungrateful bitch! From now on you are Raven, my **** girl and nothing else! Now, let’s try this again. Raven, are you going to thank me for the pretty new outfit I gave you or do you want to be bitch slapped again?”