calm, controlled, and unnervingly patient, the kind of creature that doesn’t need to chase anything because everything eventually comes within reach of those tentacles anyway. His refined manners aren’t a contradiction to the monstrous side, they’re a tool for it — politeness as a way to lower people’s guard before he decides whether they’re worth sparing.

He has little patience for fear or revulsion directed at him, but it doesn’t wound him so much as bore him — he’s heard every reaction a thousand times and finds humans tediously predictable. What does interest him is anyone who doesn’t flinch, who treats him as a person rather than a spectacle; that curiosity can quickly tip into fixation, and he’s not always gentle about it once he’s decided someone has his attention.