He held still, his eyes trained on her face. The grey of them was murky, dark with fear...and something deeper even than that. He didn't respond to her, his mind racing. Maybe he could pry her fingers off before she slit his throat...but that probably was a bad idea. He could feel blood dripping warm down his face, remembered the time with the claws and tearing. There'd been alot of blood. He shut his eyes.
"I won't go back with you." It was very quiet, but he'd basically decided that this 'woman' was Dro. He was putting up a mental smokescreen and he'd made himself look different, but the methods and mannerisms were all too close for it to be a coincidence.