When he came back into the room, Montrell, who was not use to having much human interaction, was not sure how to react to the seemingly human female now sitting on the table. Being out in these parts he rarely saw humans though he didnâ€™t mind it since he usually tried to avoid them whenever he did have to venture into where they dwelled. Needless to say he was not taking too kindly to having one sitting in his house. His posture was tense while he wrinkled his nose, lips curled into a sneer, revealing those razor sharp teeth of his. He was not a violent creature by nature. More or less, it was the animalistic side of him wanted to defend his home from this intruder that caused him to show such a belligerent response. He was unaware that he was the one who had brought the intruder into his home in the first place.<br/><br/>Despite that belligerent response, he shrank back a bit when she spoke to him, â€œWho the hell are you?â€ He hissed in a deep voice with a hint of a growl deep in his throat. There was also a slight accent to his speech. â€œWhat do you mean that Iâ€™m not really a rat? I sure as hell look like a rat, last I checkedâ€ It had taken him many years of practice in order for him to perfect speaking the human language. He was not really a social creature, he kept to himself and was perfectly happy being a recluse, so he was a little awkward and sometimes his speech was not perfect. Originally he had not wanted to bother with it, deciding humans were just a pain in the ass to try to talk to, because who would want to speak to a rat, but being able to communicate was pretty important.<br/><br/>If he was lucky he could get this girl to leave him in peace so he could get some sleep. When he wanted to, he could be a truly terrifying creature. It really came in handy some days.<br/><br/>â€œYou know, this really isnâ€™t the place for humans. Youâ€™ll fall victim to the swampâ€™s curseâ€¦â€ Montrell sighed quietly and went to pick up the things that had either fallen off the table or were knocked over. It had only a few knick-knacks and things he had collected over the years. Nothing important had fallen, nothing was damaged. He knew he needed to get rid of some of this stuff. â€œAlthoughâ€¦â€ he mumbled when he finished tidying up, looking back to the naked woman. There was a look in his eyes that was similar to a judge at a show of some kind. He seemed to have the same air about him as well while he looked her over. â€œOdd. You really donâ€™t smell like a human either; you smell like that rose I had brought homeâ€¦ and something elseâ€¦ magical perhaps?â€ His dark eyes narrowed again and his battle-scarred ears twitched.