[There's the slightest stiffening in him as that hand falls onto his shoulder, the discernible jump and tug of muscle beneath Kirei's palm, and it's there in him, the natural urge to grab for the wrist and twist it, to listen to the macabre music of bones snapping between his fingers to feel the vibration rising through ulna radius humerus and up up up already he can hear the panting in his head, the scrabble and scrape of the thing in his Spine, spurring him on towards violence--

--but instead he holds it in, keeps it in check. Kirei's movements had at least been steady and slow enough to be telegraphed clearly, for him to know the touch was coming before it fell on him and therefore it's not such a difficult thing to keep his impulses in line. He glances at it though, that hand on his shoulder. smiles just a little sharply.]

Has no-one ever warned you against touching unfamiliar animals?

[That's what he is-- a dog, a hound, a beast.]

It seems as though the one who needs to be kept an eye on is you. The next animal you come across may not be so friendly.

[And he laughs his soft, brittle laugh.]