Cayde tilted his head upon looking at you, "Can I tell you a secret?" He asked. He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper that one had to lean in to hear clearly, his smile twisting into something not just mocking but enigmatic, muffled by his black mask.

"Fear tastes different now, in the Darkness, with the way it flavors the thrill. And yours - you keep it under such tight control, but I can still sense it. It's almost floral, and tangy. Like a sparkling citrus wine." He grinned behind his black mask, assessing your expression with sharp eyes. His foot shifting, craning his head to the other side like he's observing, taunting his prey.