He's distantly aware of someone calling his name. Thinking it simply to be an echo brought on by the blood pounding in his ears, he ignores it.

"I thought for a long time about what I would do with you when I finally found you," he rasps, thumbing at the man's ear with his claw-tipped fingers. "In my world, fae kind such as yourself would provide a glut of aether to those who trade in such things. But no such market exists here. So..."

Tap, tap, tap go his claws, walking themselves just beneath one of their eyes. Without warning, he pierces the socket and rips out the eye. A blood-curdling scream erupts from his victim and they thrash futilely beneath his weight. Similar screams come from those watching. Any with weaker stomachs or sensibilities immediately flees.

"Oh, do be quiet," he says disdainfully, inspecting the bloody pulp. "You're disturbing the citizenry."