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The boy grimaced and let more teeth spill from his black lips; he did not like the idea of tasting this thing, and imagined her flesh would be rubbery like a seal, and seeing as how excessively it grew it would be like pulling at fern fronds, peeling chunks away to get at the belly meats - themselves, likely more fat than flesh.

Glaukos was ignorant to the deeper innuendo.

Wasn't asking. It was meant more as a warning, not a question. He had made up his mind quickly enough with her retort though, and with a huff he pulled away from her, wanting once again to put some distance between them. At the very least she smelled strongly of infection, which told him she was weak.

If he did decide he wanted this creature dead, he had time.