Oded had no intention of harming the shapeshifter unless that was a kink she enjoyed. He was always open to any possibilities, but it was doubtful the shy creature had those tastes. Still, he'd been surprised in the past, so he wouldn't discount those options. Oded had a very open mind.
He rolled from the Romanian tune into a Turkish camp melody, soulful with a hint of sorrow as the little wolf moved from the chair and approached him cautiously. Her nose was twitching nervously. She was trying to disconcert his nature. "If I wanted to harm you, I could have done so already, Red. Have no fear. I prefer activities involving mutual enjoyment. You can come closer," he encouraged her.
"Dur dedim döndün. Seni yolda gördüğüm o gün. Ne güzel gündü, Öyle büyük sevdim ki. Yürek böyle karlı dağı, İlk kez gördü, Dalmışım gözlerine. Uyumuşum sözlerinle. Yazık kısa sürdü. Bu aşkın katili sensin," Oded sang, his voice lilting with the language shift. "Teslim ol suçlusu sensin. Bir sen var senin içinde. Hem bıçak hem yara sensin."