"Oh...I don't mean<span style="font-style: italic">THAT</span>kind of trouble..." It was obvious he wasn't going to be able to get his point across with this girl, she seemed a bit...oblivious. There was a difference between being a perverted freak and actual TROUBLE. And not the average trouble maker, but dangerous, maybe even life endangering trouble. Her obliviousness was something he was glad he noticed she had. And for him, well, that was almost like a godsend. Which also made sense why she hadn't at least recognized who he was. It seemed like Hisoka had kept her well taken care of, keeping those deeper in the shadows than even himself have delved into, away from her. Information, image, everything. Well wasn't Hisoka just the best caretaker? It almost made him laugh at the very thought, and he still couldn't quite wrap his head around the thought that HISOKA was taking care of a GIRL.<br/><br/>Watching her, amusement on his face, and light glinting in his eyes, a bird flies over to land on her head. A pigeon. Disgusting birds. But pretty nonetheless. She didn't seem to mind the invasion of her space, in fact she talked to it like one might talk to another person. Another bird, this time a cardinal, lands upon her arm. He was fine as long as they didn't try anything with him. More and more come over, using her as their bird-post, and it looked hilarious.<br/><br/>That was until the blue jay showed up. At first, all seemed to be well, and he had that same smile on his face. Calm enough, and seeming to be in a good mood, he reaches up to the bird that had landed in his hair, so that it would move down on to his finger, it's little claws wrapping around it to keep balanced. The coloring matched him completely, blue, grey, and white, with a little bit of black. Lowering his hand, he moves the bird to about eye level, where it tilted it's head, eyeing at him. In an instant, he narrows his eyes, and the bird becomes stiff, a eyes clouding over as it falls to the ground with a soft thump. If she tried to pick it up, to see what was wrong, she'd feel that it was ice cold, almost as if the very blood within the bird's body had frozen over.<br/><br/>"If you know what's good for you...you'd stay the hell away from me. And I bet Hisoka would say the same damn thing." He smirks at her, wondering just how she'd react. If it was anything like he'd predicted, she'd try to say something along the lines that she didn't believe he was all that bad deep down, that he was a good person, he just had to learn that. That she wasn't afraid of him, that anything he said, or did, would not scare her or keep her from talking to him. Yes, she seemed to be that sort of person. And THAT was why people like her, pissed him off...they were too damn predictable.