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His jaws snapped closed around empty air and he licked his lips, wincing as he shook his head "Ouch" he grunted and the focused back in on the man. He paced back and forth slowly as he was asked what he wanted and he flicked his ears opening his maw to reply when a memory of Zula hit him. How soft she had been, how she had taught him not everyone needed to be harmed. He growled softly and looked away from the boy, suddenly unsure how to respond to that "I don't know..not anymore" he murmured and then focused back on the pretty face of the one he had moments before been trying to maim. "I've never had myself a pretty boy before. Perhaps that's what i want" he mused out loud his eyes roaming slowly over the smaller man's figure. "or perhaps a taste of blood...a spray of it. Dripping. Haven't had that in so long" the menace crept back into his voice though he still sounded unsure of himself, as if he was truly torn over what exactly he wanted to do to this poor boy.