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Volkir glances over at the lady, studying her movements and facial expressions. He then bites into his chocolate before speaking. " You are on edge..." He said in his usual emotionless tone. " You are thinking that I'm a threat to you, that I'm going to harm you..." He puts his index finger inside his bottom lip. " I'm no threat until you make me one... friend. Otherwise I think you'd find me pretty useful around here, giving the right circumstances.." Volkir sighs. "Now I want cake.."