Hyuntae cannot tell what this thing is playing at. It’s hard to tell whether or not he is in danger. Perhaps that is the point. He takes another cautious step forward.
“You are already very mysterious to me. There’s no need to… ‘play.’” A lingering pause. His stare is unwavering. When he smiles, it comes almost as a peculiar, stilted afterthought. “I came all this way to find you. Or what I think is you. Humor me.”
Another step. He’s quite close now. No attack yet.
Politeness, another afterthought: “Please.”
.. Strange, he thinks. The manner, the way of speaking, the delayed attempts at some kind of charm. It doesn't work. Not the way Hyuntae seems to want it to.
Nevertheless, curiosity is a vicious beast. Hamon's will to flirt the matter off is parried by simple, perhaps impenetrable, strangeness, and the uninhibited part of his soul almost wants to give in, just to see what happens.
He's armed with teeth, anyhow, and a bracelet-like tracker on his wrist. If something does go wrong, they could handle this guy.
"My~ Well if you ask like that, how could I refuse?"
Easily, still.
Swaying from one foot to the other, his fingers uncurl, and he instead holds both hands in front of himself.
"At least treat me right, though~ Hold my hands. Give me your name first. Then we'll see where the night takes us~"
