[He maintains the silence until he's finished, nothing but a few scraps of hound left uneaten; then, without bothering to swivel any of those eyes Proxy One's way, he addresses him.]
Oh my. Should I have offered you some?
[The voice is clearly coming from the shadow, but from where? Certainly not the mouth, which is still chewing on the remains of its feast. WHO THE FUCK EVEN KNOWS.]
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Oh my. Should I have offered you some?
[The voice is clearly coming from the shadow, but from where? Certainly not the mouth, which is still chewing on the remains of its feast. WHO THE FUCK EVEN KNOWS.]
It's not to most people's taste.