"If you please, kind hunter... When the night of the hunt passes, s'pose, we could be friends, maybe?" The Dweller perked slightly as he heard the Hunter's approach, and he appeared weary of the answer he would receive. He cleared his throat gently, as he spoke once more and fiddled with his cloak; feeling the silk beneath his frail fingers. "Now, I know I hardly deserve it, but..." The Dweller tilted his head; unseeing gaze cast down towards the dirty stone floor beneath him. He pulled his cloak down slightly over his face in a small attempt to hide the bashful smile that graced his features. "Well, I had to just, ask, you know? Heh... Out of line, yes, perhaps so, but, well... Give it a throught, if you wouldn't mind, o'course... Hee hee hee..."