[He found her easily enough, and the tiny chamber filled with the scent of her fear, and the warm scent of her blood--but he was familiar with the dry ache that it brought to his throat, dull burning like fire. He was not thirsty, however, which made that tiny response even easier to ignore than normal, for all that some part of his instincts was reacting to the whole situation. Weak prey, separated from the herd. Her obvious terror fed into that, but this, too, he was more than used to controlling. And he couldn't see any reason for it. Nobody here had even been unnerved by him, despite what he'd assumed when he'd woken up. Still.
He did not approach her, yet, though he was in the same tiny, enclosed space, and no more did he leave. Was it him, that frightened her so? But what could she possibly have seen that would provoke it? He had not been careful, but he hadn't been that flagrant. When he spoke his voice was quiet and warm and polite, perfectly pleasant, slightly confused.]
Is something wrong?
[There was a pause as he considered that and decided it was bad wording.]
no subject
He did not approach her, yet, though he was in the same tiny, enclosed space, and no more did he leave. Was it him, that frightened her so? But what could she possibly have seen that would provoke it? He had not been careful, but he hadn't been that flagrant. When he spoke his voice was quiet and warm and polite, perfectly pleasant, slightly confused.]
Is something wrong?
[There was a pause as he considered that and decided it was bad wording.]
Apart from the obvious, I mean.