[ He raises those fingers to his own lips and runs the flat of his tongue over his digits to clean himself before sliding any other residue against the pelt on his lower half before giving her a small grin. ]
Guess I have no idea what to make of you unless I keep an eye on you.
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Guess I have no idea what to make of you unless I keep an eye on you.
[ And there it is— a look more akin to a demon. ]