[The admission is met with a frown, but it's one of pity rather than anger or frustration. The gun is slapped aside with one massive paw, but as a distraction it's effective. The motion of the gun skittering across the floor draws Niles eye and his human torso swivels to follow it. He bounds after it, slapping it again and chasing it across the room for a short moment before he abruptly shakes his head and turns back to Connor. Eye bright and pupil blown wide in full on hunting mode it's clearer and clearer that this is not the reserved, clever man that Connor had met outside the city walls. He stalks closer, approaching at an angle to try and put himself in between Connor and the hole in the floor.
If he jumps, it's far enough to break at least one leg, and then Niles can just drag him back up here, find out what he has instead of bones. But as demonstrated with the pistol, he'd rather have a prey able to try and run.]
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If he jumps, it's far enough to break at least one leg, and then Niles can just drag him back up here, find out what he has instead of bones. But as demonstrated with the pistol, he'd rather have a prey able to try and run.]
Really? Nothing? My condolences.