The quickening of Bruno's pulse certainly does not go unnoticed - nor does the tantalizing way the blood rushes through his skin, or the delicate lines of his neck.

Of course, Kronid's reason for looking at all of those things is less attraction, and more the fact that he is deeply, deeply hungry.

"Good or bad," he repeats, making a show of easing off his vest, unbuttoning the top couple of buttons to his shirt. Casual, but - careful, practiced. He hums a little as he does it, an alluring, mysterious little tune. Drawing Bruno further in.

He looks up finally, expression softened, eyes bright and looking oh-so-intently.

"That must be so difficult for you. People do so love to shoot the messenger, especially if all you can tell them is the truth."

If he's lonely, and if the reaction to his compliment had been what it was...well, time to make a move. He leans over slightly, resting a hand on the other man's thigh, wearing his best look of concern.

"It's hard, when the thing people expect from you is also the thing they despise you for."