( There's no fear on Javert's face as he faces the other, a little more human and intelligent than he supposed. Mere beasts do not speak, they do not know anything but the thrill of the chase and the hunt. Javert stands firm, his pulse racing from the exertion and the danger the other threatens. What should he care? )
I should have.
( He concedes, getting a better look at Khoriya now that he has his chance. His fur and feral appearance, danger and intimidation that doesn't fail to have some effect on Javert. )
If I wanted to get away from you. I did not. Will you eat me, then, tear me apart?
( He speaks of it so casually, arms held out at his sides to show that there's no trap, no tricks. There's something wild in Javert's eye, too, something that wholly unlike the gentleman that he tries to present himself as. )
no subject
I should have.
( He concedes, getting a better look at Khoriya now that he has his chance. His fur and feral appearance, danger and intimidation that doesn't fail to have some effect on Javert. )
If I wanted to get away from you. I did not. Will you eat me, then, tear me apart?
( He speaks of it so casually, arms held out at his sides to show that there's no trap, no tricks. There's something wild in Javert's eye, too, something that wholly unlike the gentleman that he tries to present himself as. )