"I think Araya would try to kill Dani now, if he could." He sighed. "Why would the aging be off if everything else seems to be spot on? That dosent make much sense... Not really." He sighed. "I hope your okay. After the dream."
Croy blinked sightlessly, but with some sort of intentness. After a moment, his body jerked- back, fourth, as if he was trying to hold it back, and then it came out, the nasty, blackish ichor, venom of the worst type. and the bulk of it landed on the door.
He shook a bit. "Thats... not fun, you know? Dont ask me to...." He coughed. "Do that often."