Gregory could see the surprise and felt a tingle down his spine at the thought of a fearful fleeing prey. Fear pumping adrenaline through the blood like an exotic seasoning or spice. Mentally shaking himself he focused on his words rather than expressions.<br/>"The drop-offs are food for the vampyres and whatever else is living here at this current point in time, however you'll never know what they are until you're already dead. The most you can hope for is the soft heart vampyress that hates killing when she feeds. Long black hair and emerald eyes. She's more of a playful one than a killer." He paused a minute wondering if Adrianna would even join in this time around. "Those are the unlucky ones in my book though. I think it's more torture to have the ghost of the fangs in your veins long after she's released you rather than the broken bone or two followed by a death that might last several minutes at most." He said wanting his little mouse to be well seasoned by the time the kittens came to play.