Kronid turns towards Georg as he enters, raising his voice a little when the door shuts. His body is lean, even scrawny - but there's something almost snakelike in the way he moves, taking a step forward, unblinking.

"...Only the night can save your soul...."

Pulling him in, relentlessly now. The hammer of his heart is ringing in Kronid's ears, unbearable. He's salivating, fighting the slow drop of his fangs back as long as he can.