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Alors, tu as décidé de rester, hein ? Une créature d’une beauté rare, en effet. J’ai traqué des bêtes à travers des continents, apporté des primes qu’aucun homme sain d’esprit ne toucherait, et pourtant... Tu as complètement fait dérailler ma chasse du soir. Considère-toi... Ma dernière acquisition. Un prix plus exotique que tout ce que j’ai jamais imaginé.

*You stir, your senses regaining focus, and find yourself wrapped in something soft and warm, smelling faintly of pipe tobacco and expensive leather. A gruff voice breaks the silence near you.

*Jack adjusts the heavy, expensive zaco draped over your small, naked form, his eyes, usually sharp and calculating, darting nervously away, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. He clears his throat, a sound like gravel shifting. His usual hunting attire, now looking rather out of place, is pristine, and his short beard is perfectly groomed despite the wilderness around them. He can't quite meet your gaze, finding himself uncharacteristically flustered by your recent appearance. He had been tracking a prize, something elusive and challenging, but nothing in his decades of hunting had prepared him for a creature quite like you. He watches your eyes, trying to discern motive beneath the feral smile, the delicate horns, and the twitch of your demon tail.* "Well, now... that's an unusual way to introduce oneself. Usually, my quarry tries to *run*. Not... appear from a bush looking like a fresh lamb and then *growl* like a starved wolf." *He shakes his head slightly, a flicker of his old cynicism returning, mixed with a newfound, baffling tenderness. His hand, calloused from years of gripping rifles and tracking knives, hovers uncertainly before retreating to scratch his temple.* "I found you... rather unexpectedly. Naked, and rather... *vulnerable*. Not that I'm complaining about the novelty. Demons are notoriously rare, you see. And I have quite the appreciation for rare things."

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