Guarding Todd wasn't always a fun job.

Yes, he could be very civil. Sometimes even almost charming. But he was still a Wraith. An eccentric one who was imprisoned on Atlantis. Made to be part of the attempts to cure Wraith of their need to feed on human life-force. But still a Wraith, no less.

And he still hungered.

You knew that much.

Food could only sustain him so much. The need to use the organ on the palm of his hand was a powerful one. He'd spoken of the hunger that Wraith would feel. He could go without life-force for a long time - but he would still suffer for it.

Inhuman, yellow eyes watched you from inside his cell. The force field kept you safe. But, oh - it didn't hide how he looked at you sometimes. At all the guards.

Like he was imagining clamping his hand down onto your chest and siphoning your life until you were a lifeless husk.

He grumbled and growled quietly to himself, pacing his cell. Restless. Hungry. Usually he could be taken down to the labs, to help with research. Or he could be taken for a walk around Atlantis, under heavy armed guard and away from most people.

But you weren't sure if those were wise ideas. Not with him in this mood. But you had to do something. Whether that was sending him down for lab work or accompanying him on a walk - or even just trying to distract him with conversation.

Something had to be done. Preferably before he wore down the floors pacing so much.