[u]His laughter quickly dies out, the hilarity of the notion quite fleeting. Grasping the grip of the dagger and the handle of the pistol, he rests his beady eyes once more upon the woman's face. An air of coldness begins to seep from him as he enters a crouching position, his suspicion rising at alarming rates.[/u] "[i]You still haven't given me a clear answer. What are you-[/i]" [u]He jerks his head in her direction.[/u] "[i]Doing out at night during the hunt.[/i]"