Kintla Flatlands weep little lion man

Ah, I've been caught. He thought to himself, bemused with it all as a faint grin tickled his pale lips. Even with the foul mouth youth spitting in his direction, Abaddon was not affected and instead, continued his approach. Encroaching on his personal space and stopping just far enough to feel safe to react should the boy lunge forward. 

I'm lonely, you're the first individual I've crossed for a while. His smile grew, but only to feign a sense of glee at the sight of someone else. The lie came naturally as he tilted his head to take in the sight of the youth a little more. What to do with this one? A part of him thought back to that Nightwalker pup, the boys had a similar attitude he could not ignore. 

He paid attention to every detail in his moves, every expression he offered to continue with this facade. A soft sway of the tail should show that he was friendly (or try to convey it). My name is Abaddon, and yours?