[Floyd hears Lilia louuud and clear. He'd be downright stupid not to understand. And, truthfully, the explanation makes plenty of sense. They may have been mere acquaintances back home, but from what he's heard of Lilia's temperament, the little vice can pack quite a punch.
That's more than enough to pique a predator's interest.
He won't offer his own metaphor in return, but--true to the subject--he will stop near a particular piece that catches his eye. Red decorates the sheet, tossed and spattered in a seemingly random spray of droplets. It isn't blood--he can smell that it isn't--but the suggestion of violence gives Floyd pause all the same.]
Hmm... nah~
[he finally says, turning to Lilia with a shrug. Perhaps he doesn't have a hankering for teeth and iron right now. Just right now.]
I'd rather come up with my own kinda mess right on the spot.
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That's more than enough to pique a predator's interest.
He won't offer his own metaphor in return, but--true to the subject--he will stop near a particular piece that catches his eye. Red decorates the sheet, tossed and spattered in a seemingly random spray of droplets. It isn't blood--he can smell that it isn't--but the suggestion of violence gives Floyd pause all the same.]
Hmm... nah~
[he finally says, turning to Lilia with a shrug. Perhaps he doesn't have a hankering for teeth and iron right now. Just right now.]
I'd rather come up with my own kinda mess right on the spot.
[A grin follows, toothy and sharp.]
Wanna see?