"Tch-" A snarl, seeing the Highblood's reaction to his claw. Summoner digs it in deeper, puncturing the flesh there and feeling a chill as the skin rips and splits. It makes it a hell of a lot easier to hurt someone when they like it to some degree. Sick, sick and weird, but easier. His other fingers soon grip into the side of the Highblood's neck, grazing claws over it as his thumb stays where it is, just under his jaw.

"Usually, when nothing more interesting is happening. You normally crap for conversation too?" A snort, shoulders shrugging a little.

"Nevermind, you uh, you don't even need to answer that."