[He prowls the room, poking things here, moving things there, scraping one surface or another with a claw to test it; a not-entirely-subconscious play for dominance of the space. A cat marking its territory. Another swig or two and he empties the can, abandoning it on a shelf before crossing back to snag another.
He smirks darkly, glancing over to watch her appraisingly, a bit like a hungry tiger trying to decide if the prey's worth it or not.]
You too, Tess. Real hospitable of you.
You outlive 'em naturally or did you have something to do with it yourself?
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He smirks darkly, glancing over to watch her appraisingly, a bit like a hungry tiger trying to decide if the prey's worth it or not.]
You too, Tess. Real hospitable of you.
You outlive 'em naturally or did you have something to do with it yourself?