She wasn't quite sure how the humans could stand his attention, how they couldn't see the predator that was in front of them. As a race, she was very forgiving of humankind; they were disadvantaged in some ways, and still evolving. Sometimes keeping them in the dark seemed terribly, terribly unfair to her, like sending children out into the woods without letting them know about bears and wolves and other things with teeth and claws.
And then sometimes they just struck her as very dim. Because they could not feel danger and hunger the way others could, the way she could. Byron's smirk was casual and his manner very charming, but his eyes were so rapt in their attention. Zanna couldn't fathom how human women didn't begin to feel like does being stalked every time he laid eyes on them.
She smiled, of course, and slipped her hand into his, infinitely amused. "I'm not too worried; I always find ways to fill the time. But I do think we might have met, Byron. You're very familiar."