He rubbed the back of his neck, flashing the other a boyish smile. "Even in your haze, you know to be afraid... I can give you a few moments to collect yourself if you like." He rocked back on his heels, sliding his hands into his pockets. "You must have known the consequences of coming out here, though, which begs the question why act so surprised now? Lions, tigers, and bears... Oh my. In this case, though, I suppose it's more like werewolves and vampires... Of the two, I'm going to guess you fear the latter more and with good reason." He hesitated, tilting his head back to peer up at the sky. "Do you ever ponder life whilst looking up at the stars? It can be quite the frightening concept, even moreso than that which goes bump in the night... And judging by your scent, in particular, I'm going to take a stab and say you've got the blood of quite a few mutts on your hands. No matter how many times you shower, it never quite goes away, does it?" He hesitated, but only enough for to revel in the sound of the man's heartbeat.
He could scarcely remember what it was like to hear his own heartbeat roaring in his ears. He envied the living. "For whatever reason, judging by your current state, I'm going to guess you feel guilty... But why? They're just halfwit dogs with a mighty thirst for blood, right? At least, that's what your people lead you to believe." He said quietly, eyeing the other quizzically. "Did the big, bad hunter man finally start thinking for himself and develop a conscience?" DragonBlue