_{[ he works to steady him, gently. that long tail is doing its best, out of sight. ]}

People are supposed to feel fear like that when they're looking at a killer. So? What makes you abandon your fear...? What is it, about you, that you make that kind of choice? What do you get? I give people things all the time because it means I'll get what I want, in the end. Or at the very least, I make them think I will. I'm good at it.

It's what makes me happy when I figure out that piece making people tick. Maybe I've gone tame, in the future, and that's why you're around... but it's not like the blood's coming off.