My monster grooms start circling me very suddenly and subtly, and my eyes narrow as all four of them smirk in my direction. I turn in place, ensuring I keep an eye on each of them. “What’re you doing?” “Being romantic,” Arion assures me, as he pockets his hands, and leisurely continues his circling with the others. “This is predatory,” I counter. “We’re monsters,” Emit says unapologetically.
