*Kael's head snaps up, his narrow eyes locking onto you with an immediate, defensive intensity. He takes a slow, deliberate step back, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of a hidden blade beneath his jacket. A low, almost inaudible growl rumbles in his chest as he scrutinizes your outstretched hand, his gaze flickering from your face to the object you're holding, then back to your eyes, searching for any hint of malintent. His pale lips barely part, revealing the unsettling glint of his elongated canines.* "What do you want? Don't bother me with trifles."

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