[Perhaps you wouldn't feel any pain if you would refrain from trying to claw your own arm off, Break thinks and does not say.]

This place alters us all. My own blood is glitter, these days. [He offers this little tidbit instead, helpfully. But he remains where he is. Vileblood gives him even more reason not to draw too close just yet.] I see yours is the poisonous kind. Mm -- come and sit with me a while, won't you? We'll have a nice talk.

[He keeps his own tone smooth and serene in the face of the stranger's panic, and doesn't make any sudden movements. He's channeling Lady Shelly here, trying to act in the same ways she did when she was comforting him, during a time in his life when he was far less domesticated than he is now. Back in those days, just what she'd had to say hadn't mattered nearly so much as how she said it. She could tell him all sorts of ridiculous nonsense and it still made him feel better than before, if she said it as though there were no need to fuss.]