[ The growl is the first thing that gives him pause. It's not exactly a subtle distinction between that sound and the ones he's more used to hearing. He locks his eyes on Trevor's, his gaze intense. Never has he felt truly threatened by the vampire before, but this is markedly different. ]
Are you? You were staring at my arm...
[ Without averting his gaze, he slowly draws a claw down his own wrist. A red line forms in its wake, blood quickly welling to the surface of the fresh cut. ]
This is what you want, isn't it? I'm nothing more than a blood bag to you right now...
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Are you? You were staring at my arm...
[ Without averting his gaze, he slowly draws a claw down his own wrist. A red line forms in its wake, blood quickly welling to the surface of the fresh cut. ]
This is what you want, isn't it? I'm nothing more than a blood bag to you right now...