The man who almost killed her looked down.  He was tall.  Weird tall.  Dark, mostly with smoke.  But handsome at least.  He pulls up his odd goggles and brushes his long blonde hair away from his long elven ear before cocking his head in confusion.  Behind him you notice a lab, part wizard's lair part fetish closet with lots of questionable costumes and uniforms hanging on the wall in the back.  He himself wore tattered pink robes that might have been black at one point.<br/><br/>"You're not one of my kitties... but you kind of move like one!  Who're you?" he asks, ignoring your glaring staring only at your chest.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"Mm.  More like fat cat tats.  Mm."</span>