Terry could barely look at Dexter without seeing blood in his head. This guy was something fiercely warped. He couldn't even begin to wrap his mind around this one, and so he would try to turn off his emotions instead and just focus on the man infront of him.
He gave him a confused expression when he was waved at. "Not really." Terry answered coldly. "There was a man with you before. " Carefully stepping towards him and to the edge of the cliff to look into the water where he hear the bags of whatever it was-fall moments ago. Some were still floating above the surface, and he pressed the same button he had before on his cowl to get a closer look.
Terry instantly regretted it. His head turned to Dexter and narrowed his eyes. "As if there weren't enough freaks in this city.." he started.