[That struck a little too close to home. Getting hurt and making them weak was a constant fear. Scott or anyone else putting themselves at risk for him was... not acceptable. But he knew about this thing now. Or, he thought he did. Lies and trickery, that's what it was. It wanted discord and pain and chaos. He didn't want to give them to it.

He continued to back up, not realizing that his heartbeat was a little quicker or that his scent might have gotten heavier, his body responding to things he wasn't cognizant of.]

So what do you want, huh? Why try to butter me up? You said it yourself; I'm weak. So what is it you think I could do that they couldn't? Why are you still here? What do you want from me?

[His mind skipped sideways, answering him lewdly and he scowled at it, shaking the thought off because no. No, that was just... that was so no.]