There is a light to those eyes that's unfamiliar, he realizes, as Shadow leans closer. Which really, in and of itself is a warning sign, and the first to really tip Mephiles off that something is definately--
Green eyes blink at the comment the black and red hedgehog makes, and for a moment, it's as though he's made his first step, his first crack in the armour of ice around Shadow.
Only something is very very VERY wrong.
Yet still, Mephiles does not shrink back from the hedgehog, though his gaze does not miss the wicked curving fangs that insane smile bears. It is not fear the shadow feels, it's confusion. He didn't sense the change. Why did he not sense the change!? Something isn't right! He should have known the instant Shadow arrived that something was off. He should have...
"... you are cursed, my other..." he murmurs, voice softer, more careful, but still not afraid, only wary. Blatently stating the obvious, he knows, but his mind is too busy running in circles around the fact that he did not notice. How could he have missed it? Unless...