Falcone started to speak but Elijah raised his hand to stop her. He smiled at her. [color=#9d9751]”It’s alright. I don’t mind answering.”[/color]

The withering look Falcone shot Elijah nearly made him change his mind. He brushed it off as best he could, though it still gave him a shot of anxiety. This was one of the few questions Elijah had anticipated. Any reporter worth their salt was going to ask a question like that. Evidently, Li was a good reporter. That anticipation did not make the process of answering the question less nerve wracking.

A little bit of released pheromones was all it took to make his display. King Stag held out his hand and watched it fill with various beetles and bugs, both from the corners of the room and from under his chitin. It only occurred to him after he had done it that it might be off putting for an average person to see that. An average person was not acutely aware of every insect in the room, after all. He did not let that concern show on his face, though.

[color=#9d9751]”It’s all thanks to these little guys. Er, well, not these ones specifically. But you get the point. They saved my life and made me the way that I am. Heh, it’s not so easy working with bugs. They’re real hungry fellas. But they get the job done! After that, it was a matter of seeing the bad in the world and realizing that, for the first time in my life, I could do something about it.”[/color]