[As much was true, yes. So far they both had only politely danced around the obvious, smiled while holding back their sharp teeth and claws back. Physical savagery that Richard, alongside the other infected people, was one thing. Anyone could bite back if pushed too hard, after all. But what mattered more was the manner the violence had been executed and how did the person behind the act dealt with the aftermath. What went between the eyes of the person was what separated them from men and monsters.

Richard holds back a sound when the nails press against him, forcing himself to stay relaxed and fighting his body's learned reaction.] Such a honor to fit such tight criteria and make it to your favor. [He hums a laughter, corners of his lips curling up into a small, sneering smile. Richard moves his hand up from Silco's chest, gloved fingers pressing lightly on the small spot where his neck is visible, feeling the pulse point.] When you unintentionally offend someone it is beneficial to mend the bond before it is cut off completely. The person I have in mind is fond of the red flowers.