[ you bet he caught on to that pause, how she had to give herself time to calculate the span of time. he suspected he was out of alignment with her, but there's something more going on there... more than she's letting on or willing to tell him, no doubt. he doesn't bring it up, instead turning to her and lunging as if to strike -- but in the end, he just looks ridiculous with his mouth curled in a snarl with dull human teeth barred at her, fingers curled in without the claws to make him look more menacing.
he shrinks back, shrugs. ] See? Nothing. I'm declawed and defanged.