[Fal-Il rasped out a noise that might've been a laugh, if it didn't sound so harsh, and leaned forwards so that his elbows rested against his knees, peering down at the defiant lady below.]

Why would I do that? I only put in effort when the prey's worthy of it.

[He made a point not to 'pick on civilians', as it were. Oh, sure, he'd do it if his masters yanked his leash and told him to go fetch, but it wasn't his personal preference. He liked dangerous prey, the sort that fought back with savage fang and claw and guile, who could kill him and grant him the thrill of a hunt well-deserved. That little dormouse? He'd just feel annoyed at wasting his time.]

And he ain't worth it. Now you, on the other hand... you seem interesting. You make a habit of shanking first, ask questions later?