This person before him didnâ€™t seem scared worried or afraid, infact other then a bit physically uncomfortable he seemed rather at ease. This was a new thing to ponder for the hellhound. His legs bent as his butt touched the ground in a crouched position hands on the floor very much dog-like in appearance as he looked the guy over again. A smiled came to him hearing the strange sound of a laugh. That being a sound he couldnâ€™t recall ever hearing before this encounter. It was odd and made him want to do it too, but he still hadnâ€™t figured out that much yet. His tail wagged and his head tilted as the buttons came one by one undone with the maleâ€™s touch. What a strange thing to do.<br/><br/>Direâ€™s own hands went to his own chest and fiddled with the few remaining old belt like strips that had at some point been a shirt. His head tilted left then right and left again as he tried to mimic the unbuttoning motion, leading to nothing happening as buckles donâ€™t work like buttons. He sighed and looked to the male again watching him. His ears shot up as the â€œclose enoughâ€ and his tail wagged, he was proud of himself for getting the word correct. The smell and heat dimmed a bit now as he began to feel more comfortable next to the guy by him. He leaned in sniffing at the exposed skin, reaching with a clawed hand he ran a finger across where the heart beat within. The claw was cool and normal human skin temperature at that moment while he was calm. A drop of lava fell hitting the maleâ€™s lap but didnâ€™t burn. The scent of death very faint as Dire moved his hand back away from the male again.<br/><br/>His blue eye opened wide as the male toppled over asleep again. Instincts telling Dire this male was a pup due to how much he slept and he smiled knowing what to do for a pup. Carefully again he lifted the male and brought him back to the tomb laying him inside of the casket looking him over sniffing him. Sniffing the sweat and nodded. His pinky claw carefully cut at the seams of the moles clothing that remained on him and was thrown aside for bedding later. Dire took an old ratty blanket he slept with everynight and walked the mile to the stream, in about five minutes as he slightly teleported there and back. He laid the cool mountain spring drenched blanket over the male and wagged his tail before turning to again mark things.