As he tossed the idea around in his mind she could practically taste the fear in his blood. Compressing her toungue to hold back her fangs she smiled kindly as he agreed to be escorted. She had always hated for the mice to be killed off too quickly she was one that although she hated the entire game in itself, she found entertainment in the idea that the very things that had begun hunting her kind were now fleeing through the town and trying to survive off of both natural instinct and for those who didn't already have it, the provided hints and training on what to avoid and what to look for. That she believed was Gregory's strong point, until this one had practically walked into Amy's arms, any other day Elizabeth would've been home and the man would've already been captured fed on and released to try again, if she thought the fear or anger would give her a challenge in a second go around. "So, little mouse, what's your name?" She asked wondering if he thought she would kill him or if she was actually being nice.<br/><br/>Gregory had gone home for a bit after having escorted Blue to the bed and breakfast, he strecthed out on the bed that he had first laid on in his fledgling days when they had first attacked this town. Thinking about how it had been compared to how it was, it was disgusting, buildings were worn down, a few had started caving in. there was no life here. Quietly he dozed off for a bit not interested in much since he had had his drink for the night.