He had no interest in eating her; that was true. Though he had no interest in actually ingesting any wolf's flesh. The blood, fine. Nothing more. But this he also did not have any thoughts on doing with the female standing not far from him now. She was safe, by whatever luck or interest he had in her at this point. He understands that she is one of the angel's kind, but set apart somehow. That does not go over his head, but thus far she has not attacked him, and that is good enough. If she were to, then he would defend himself with all means needed to survive. And the fact of it was; if he won, then yes, he would take her blood. Might as well not waste it, if she must be put down.

It was okay to be an oddity. He had come to terms with it long ago, and there were no siblings around him to look at and compare to. If there had been, it could have been different. Maybe. No way to really know, now. He knows of his siblings, some of them. They are different, but what does it matter? He knows, also, that his mother wasn't right, wasn't normal. He knows what she is, some things she's done and that this issue he has must stem from her in some way. With the stories of Tobias and all, how could he think any differently? If there's one that's only half and that half who was like this, then the connection is easily made. Covet doesn't care to get to know them, though. They do not matter.

He regards her after speaking, waiting to see what she might say of his comment. And when the reply comes, his expression does not change. "I think if I wanted her to touch me, then it would be to mess with her in some way. She leaves herself open for it, and I cannot help the thoughts that come." He shakes his head once. Honestly, here. And thoughts were different from actions, though a part of him did want to see if there was any way to change Fathom's mind, to get her to trust him in some way. To what ends, Covet hadn't a clue. It was more to see if it could be done. An experiment, he would have to suppose. And he had no problems testing it, seeing if she could ever see him in a friendly light. It would be amusing, right?

It hadn't been sexual, the making of the wound, the way he had looked at Fathom. He had wanted to mess with her head, and it had worked perfectly. Fathom would make such a fun little pet, sure. But Covet does not think further then that right now. Instead, he watches the way Malina -- a name he does not know -- moves. Then after his name was given, so was hers. Vafer. An ear twitches, and he gives a nod of his head. "Vafer." The name curls off his tongue, and instead of moving, he allows her to circle. He's ready should she attack; every sense judging what she was doing as she did it. Then as she speaks on the 'biological needs' thing, Covet stares at her quietly. Then; "Ask away." It was up to her to find the questions.

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