He was taunting her, and really, being kind of bratty, which was more characteristic of Ishtar than himself. But even Duzell had his moments, and besides, this was fun for him. Teasing and tormenting people was just another way to get back at them, to let loose some of the frustration that had been building up in him since coming here.

He meowed into her ear, and this time, he actually made his speech distinguishable to her magical senses, “(Don’t fall, princess.)”

It probably wasn’t a very good idea to be so close to her neck, he realized, as she started to climb down the tree. Hopefully, she wouldn’t lose her grip and go crashing down on the ground, squishing him under her. The vampire was hungry after going so long without eating, and Ishtar was starting to look tasty. He peeled his lips back and suddenly hissed at her, baring his fangs, for no particular reason.