He watched her close the frosting with narrowed eyes. If she expected him to keep getting frosting himself, when he could make her feed it to him instead, she was going to have another thing coming. As blood dried on him he started rubbing his hands over it and scratching at it with his claws, getting it to flake off as best he could. It wasn't hugely effective, but it was better than nothing.
He wanted to look at her leg again. She kept looking at it, after all, and every time she moved she winced. Clearly, it was bothering her. Maybe her leg was falling off. Could she put it back on if it was? He knew that losing heads, and throats, and spines, and organs were all fatal to humans, but he'd never tried pulling off a leg. Maybe they could take her shirt, and use it to tie her leg to her other leg to keep it secure. He was becoming determined to solve this problem, in some ill-defined way. He'd just… have to be careful. As long as he didn't touch it, or touch too close to it, or move her around too much, it would be fine. He assumed.
It was just a matter of making her behave.
He grabbed her by the neck, and gave his best attempt at a gentle growl of warning. What he wanted was to coax her to lie down, whether on her back or on her side. Something to keep her still, so her leg would stay safely attached to the rest of her.
He was very convinced that his leg-related logic was a sound explanation for the circumstances at hand.
He did not know how to make noises that would make a person less scared, rather than more.
He wanted to look at her leg again. She kept looking at it, after all, and every time she moved she winced. Clearly, it was bothering her. Maybe her leg was falling off. Could she put it back on if it was? He knew that losing heads, and throats, and spines, and organs were all fatal to humans, but he'd never tried pulling off a leg. Maybe they could take her shirt, and use it to tie her leg to her other leg to keep it secure. He was becoming determined to solve this problem, in some ill-defined way. He'd just… have to be careful. As long as he didn't touch it, or touch too close to it, or move her around too much, it would be fine. He assumed.
It was just a matter of making her behave.
He grabbed her by the neck, and gave his best attempt at a gentle growl of warning. What he wanted was to coax her to lie down, whether on her back or on her side. Something to keep her still, so her leg would stay safely attached to the rest of her.
He was very convinced that his leg-related logic was a sound explanation for the circumstances at hand.
He did not know how to make noises that would make a person less scared, rather than more.