Luke? [That name. There's something about it that feels familiar... which is strange in and of itself, given she's never been the sort of creature to keep track of names. What was the point? She was a monster. When would a monster need to call someone's name?]

[And yet there it was, in the back of her mind.]

Luke. [She grins. Though he probably can't see it, it's a strange, twisted grin. Not the sort of expression she made often, if at all.]

Do you mean to say you know what I am? Of course. You won't look at me. You know what I am. You know what I do.

[She reaches out quickly and grabs onto his coat. Unless he pulls away quickly, feelings of anxiety will strange rushing into him.]

You know what I'm going to do to you and yet you don't run. How strange...

[She starts leaning a bit to the left, then a bit to the right. It would only take an instant, a single glance, to trap him.]