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She gave no verbal answer, only extending her head to smell the air about him, a soft note crooning from her maw. He chuckled, his smile wide as ever. Don't talk much, eh, Fraülein? Zat is alright, He stepped forward, head canted slightly. He was somewhat aware of someone else watching him; he did not know who. It did not matter. 

He approached the woman, then lunged forward, snapping his fangs close to her neck, trying his best to touch her without hurting her. Get away, Fraülein, lest you 'ave a good reason for comink so close,