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The stranger eased his way in to a reply, and while the tone was bearably passive, Anselm was still untrusting. What point was there in such voyeurism if not to strike out upon the individual being stalked? His eyes narrowed, becoming infernal slits in the darkness, but he inevitably accepted what was stated. Curiosity was a poor excuse as well, however, the boy would say nothing further.

He did grunt, however, and slip his fangs away. While his tail writhed in unvoiced irritation the rest of him seemed to cool off - and with a shake of his shoulders, Anselm eased the tension away. I am only a vagrant, I have nothing you could want. He muttered, and turned as if to depart from the stranger's company.