[Diavolo's grasp on the boy's collar loosens to near-nothing. The implication remains clear: someone else might find him an appealing meal. But that matter is out of his hands entirely.]
I prefer not to draw unnecessary attention in public. I am not some starved and feral animal. And, besides, I prefer more... aged souls. I find there's more substance to them.
[He says it softly, as though it's meant to be a reassurance. His grip is barely a touch now, only truly keeping him cornered by size and presence. Diavolo lets out a shaky exhale.]
Though you seem like you've been through quite an ordeal. Someone grabbed you. A human? Not – not an insect, not a monster, with claws and fangs or – or vines or... just a human?
[The darting of his eyes has ceased. He stares directly at the boy now, barely breathing as he awaits the response.]
no subject
[Diavolo's grasp on the boy's collar loosens to near-nothing. The implication remains clear: someone else might find him an appealing meal. But that matter is out of his hands entirely.]
I prefer not to draw unnecessary attention in public. I am not some starved and feral animal. And, besides, I prefer more... aged souls. I find there's more substance to them.
[He says it softly, as though it's meant to be a reassurance. His grip is barely a touch now, only truly keeping him cornered by size and presence. Diavolo lets out a shaky exhale.]
Though you seem like you've been through quite an ordeal. Someone grabbed you. A human? Not – not an insect, not a monster, with claws and fangs or – or vines or... just a human?
[The darting of his eyes has ceased. He stares directly at the boy now, barely breathing as he awaits the response.]