Wrong with me? [Laughing.] Nothing! I just want to play~
[He'll step in and lash out, nails swiping and scraping at his face, chest and stomach, pushing him back, cornering him if he can. He won't disembowel him or tear him open too deep, but he wants blood. He'll just keep pressing forward till he gets it, relentlessly slashing at the boy with sharp, strong fingers.]