*And by now Alfons would probably realize that Pride's touch was as cold as snow on a winter morning. He grinned, giving Alfons a full view of his fangs. He ran his tongue over one of them and tilted his head to the side.*

Boo!

*He laughed softly, knowing of course he was probably more than intimidating.*

Are you going to run now, precious? I do love a good chase, you know. It's a lot more....Fun that way.