"You should take it into consideration," he says, "lost, looking for a flower in the woods, alone?" He slips back as the cat follows the direction of its tail and lunges for him. He makes two dodges and drives his spear down into the ground just shy of one of its paws--purposefully missing, but getting it to draw away for a moment.

Giving itself space to get a charging strike, Lucifer thinks. Watching and calculating them just as Lucifer's been observing it.

"Tad suicidal, you think?" he continues.

Any time she laments how un-fun this is, it only makes her more amusing. She's not helping her own circumstances.

"Do you know what a anglerfish is?" He pulls his spear back out of the ground. He's only ever seen them hunt solo, but he's cautious anyway that something else is going to take advantage of him being chatty. Predators don't differentiate between Annoying Chatter and Instructional Chatter. "It's like that. Distracts you, draws your focus so it can tear your throat out."