"Oh - like hunting? That's... that's not so bad, I...I guess."

The thought actually makes Alfred cringe though - he can barely stomach killing a spider, let alone anything else.

"They're just so long," the neophyte whimpers, bringing his own hands up to examine the fangs by touch - until the words click, and he makes a noise of realization.

"Wait - out? You can...you can bring them in, right? Yours didn't seem so long when I first saw you."