“Huhu. It’s rude to stare so harshly, child.” He’s been beneath the baleful gaze of this small girl for the past several minutes now, not a word uttered between them. Well, if girl can be an applicable word for such a creature - ink black aura like an eclipse, burning bright and hellishly hot. A thing not unlike an Avenger, but equally foreign even to him.
How nice, how sweet it is compared to the other children, meandering around the place; quiet, thoughtful, playfully ignorant.
Smile faux and sharp, he lays it on thick and sweet; fangs hidden for the time being. Aura or not, she’s still just a child, and children are the ( oddly ) accepting sort. “Aha, perhaps I’ve something on my face? Or you need something of me? Hoh, could it be that you need my assistance! Yes, yes, you are more than free to ask for this humble priest’s help if you so desire it, huhu.”
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