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I can't help but stop at your strange appearance, head cocked in curiosity. My hand still hasn't left my blade; the threat of your fangs obvious despite the nonchalantness in the air. The movement, dancing I suppose, was fluid and graceful. Dangerous for a predator. "Stop that," I tried, the hand not holding the blade going to my hip. I can't help it, I'm not sure how to respond to this manner of acting. You're almost acting human... It was disturbing.