[He looks up from Owl's hand, red now dripping from his mouth.]

Something wrong?

[He turns Owl's palm over and kisses it, leaving a crimson smudge on it.]

Do you wish for me not to appriciate your daring work and darling body?

[He curls close to Owl, and whispers.]

Do I really frighten you that much?

[He is not respecting Owl's personal space at all.]

Don't worry, I would not destroy such an exquisite artist as yourself. We shapers of human flesh must respect each other~