Devlin tilted his head, studying the rifle in his hands and the pistol she had. "No, you're not just a twenty dollar bill. You're much more valuable than that." He grinned, another tail moving behind her head, resting on her neck. With that threat so clearly evident, he nibbled lightly on her neck, only just enough to be able to pull away contentedly. "And believe it or not, yes it does apply here. I found you." His tails wiggled lightly, as if to signal for Sam to look at them. "And, seeing as how you currently can't really fight back, I guess you are mine." He chuckled, looking deeply into her eyes.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a tail flashed, wrapping around the pistol, tearing it from her grasp. "They say dogs can smell fear. I'm not a dog, but I can smell fear. It's spicey. Heady, like an old wine." His eyes glittered. "I smell it on you. Anger, fear, disbelief." He breathed deep, drinking in the scents. "Ah. You humans are so varied. You can't be younger than..... 19 maybe? I'm not very good with ages love. But, I can be quite the...... shall we say.... ass?"