He was a proud male, not that she hadn't suffered the likes before. But it was so much so she wrinkled her nose in disgust. To take pride in one's abilities was one thing. But to be proud of the lives taken so that one would feel more confident about themselves... She clicked her tongue against her fangs in disappointment. She let her leg slide back into repose again her weight shifting with the change to rest comfortably. She wouldn't enjoy fighting with a murderer, regardless of the challenge he would present.
It was her turn now to bare her arms across her chest, a dexterous digit seeking to twirl around an unkempt lock. She had gone from excited to utterly disappointment. A pathetic sign this was, if that is what it was to be. Formidable foe or not, she did not want to linger even as his voice caressed her ears with question. She flicked her tail dismissively, already with her shoulders tipped as she was about to turn away. And then the most horrid sound disrupted the calm.
The woman stared in disbelief at the colossal form, a hand to his belly to nurse its wailing. She didn't know what to think. Somehow this felt surreal. She would have rather had him attempt to jump her than to have this... this moment dispelled by a cry of hunger. He just couldn't be real. The male that apparently killed at will couldn't even remember to feed himself? It was too comical to think about but as she did and really, truly tried to understand how this was possible, she found herself chuckling at the image. "Wow," was all she could manage in response to his pardon. The look of disbelief now taking permanent residence.
She had been so ready to leave, but now found herself compelled to stay. A crack in the facade; something other than muscle, blood and steel. "I assume it's 'he' that does the killing then?" she teased while braving a step closer. "Instead of all this-" what ever 'this' was "- you should have mentioned you needing a hunting partner. With that metal burden on you, it is a wonder you are able to eat at all." She was growing bolder now seeing as the titan in front of her had an ailment that needed tending to. Vicious as a pained animal became, there was nothing like the pang of hunger to cripple even a Lord. She said nothing more on the matter, rather she let the crack and groan of her body do the talking for her. Muscle and bone realigned itself to adjust as her large form was brought down to all fours. She settled for her bulked, her senses more awake and welcoming to the predatory urge overtaking them. She raised her head to look at the other expectantly huffing softly with tried patience.
He was hungry, wasn't he?