(Bored, he holds a flute of the human 'champagne', eyes wandering around the room of humans. He takes a sip, and then pauses before he can swallow, looking straight at you from across the room. He watches you for over an hour and when he sees you leaving the dining hall he follows) Excuse me... (when you turn, he presses you against the nearest wall, trapping your wrists and pressing them above your head) i simply must have your name, Omega (he purrs) now.
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