*trains his sharp gaze on the muzzle of your mortal toy, curling his lip in faint disgust* *how very... disappointing, somehow* (*although it would've been too much to hope that he'd catch you with a sword at your belt, hm?*)
*flexes his fingers slightly, and he doesn't step forward so much as he lifts his chin, allowing the light to skitter across his face (and you will see him, as all prey recognizes the shine of a predator's eyes in the dark)*