There was an odd perfection in the way Melinda's slender, womanly curves fit against the misshapen mass of muscle and bone that was the unnamed creature. He held her to himself  with an effortless exercise of strength that let her know he could support her thusly all day and all night. This just served to reinforce her feeling of safety a being so near him as she came to understand that no evil would ever again touch her, now that he was here. He looked puzzled by Melinda's difficulty with his name, and as his eyes tracked the movement of her hand they were led to her bare, bloodied breasts and for a moment his tongue, long, sinuous and snakelike teased along his lips a bit the way a wolf's does when licking his chops. A sign that perhaps the sight of blood for him is not a disturbing thing.<br/><br/>He watched as Melinda named herself both by word and gesture and stood with a curious and pensive look on its maw as it contemplated what if was asked. "Dalindme," it replied as it lowered its chin towards its chest to indicate that is claimed that name. The name had a vaguely oriental cadence to itads he spoke it, giving it an exotic quality that matched the rest of himself. He looked deeply into her eyes to see if that would satisfy her needs.<br/><br/>"Yes, you are §¿¤¬´," Dalindme said, reverting to his native tongue again to answer Melinda's question. At the same time she couldn't be sure of the meaning of the elusive, alien word. Or could mean 'human', 'woman', 'food'or anything really. There was a touch of pride and possessive in his tone that didn't lead Melinda to believe it was anything bad, but with so strange a creature who could tell. He went silent as he let one arm  side down her back so it supported her weight complete as the claws on his other hand trailed up her spine lightly. Rather then pain, his touch brought her done reading of het pain and cleared her head of some of the haze from her fever as he let what he said sink in for Melinda to make sure she understood him.