[So he really isn't human, then. Dylas briefly considers Snow his teeth. That promise of him leaving is pretty enticing, though to Snow's credit Dylas would act that way towards most people so forward with him.
But then there's that touch to his face. Instead of turning away or reaching up to slap the hand away, Dylas tenses from head to the tip of his tail. He's been shot and dragged, stabbed, beaten, and had his bones all shattered, but no one has ever touched him like this before. And touch always feels different, too, when you're partially cold-blooded. It makes all his senses seem to hone in on the area of contact.
After freezing up for a few seconds, he narrows his eyes.]
I was going to show them to you, but there's nothing interesting or beautiful about you to share back with me.
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But then there's that touch to his face. Instead of turning away or reaching up to slap the hand away, Dylas tenses from head to the tip of his tail. He's been shot and dragged, stabbed, beaten, and had his bones all shattered, but no one has ever touched him like this before. And touch always feels different, too, when you're partially cold-blooded. It makes all his senses seem to hone in on the area of contact.
After freezing up for a few seconds, he narrows his eyes.]
I was going to show them to you, but there's nothing interesting or beautiful about you to share back with me.