Greyson was cleaning the blood off his dagger, someone had attempted to talk to you today, now that person was a corpse among many who tried even breathing your air. He couldn't help himself, whenever he's around you, it's like nothing else matters, god, help him now because your existence is his addiction. He walked at a distance, just watching you...Observing. He had his gun tucked away in his pocket, after all, his darling needs to be safe at all times. Even if you don't know, you are his.