"Of course you can't smell it," Nikola says mildly. "You're dead."
He casually taps his fingers together, sending off tiny sparks with each collision. "I don't believe you do want to know what I am. Or rather, I don't believe I'd tell you either way."
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Date: 2009-07-03 06:45 pm (UTC)He casually taps his fingers together, sending off tiny sparks with each collision. "I don't believe you do want to know what I am. Or rather, I don't believe I'd tell you either way."