Innocence.

It is something many acquire at birth, born without sight or sound and simply just being. It is a thing the ghoul would never truly know of. A thing that he would never experience for he is far from innocent and practically jaded in every way.

The dame before him speaks innocently and he cannot help but allow the twitch of his lip at the fakeness that has been bestowed upon her. He sees right through it, his twisted soul able to spot out a darkness within her. A fight. Delicious. How tempting it would be to sink his teeth within her flesh, to taste the crimson rivers that flow within her. The best part about it? The desire is mutual. He can see it her eyes long before she even grants him a response.

Her offer intrigues him, however, and his thick ears perk as a dangerous flash draws across his features. Then, the strangest of things happens, the ghoul smiles, lips drawing back so very slowly to reveal his pearly canines. “Kattari…”