"You were up and acting all like a squeakbeast. Like the most motherfucking attractive prey in front of my lookstubs. Makes a troll start kicking all kinds of predatory feels towards you. I like it." He licks his lips and slowly stalks forward, feeling the rush of interacting with his kismesis. The thought of having to catch Dave makes his bloodpusher start thudding, and it's motherfucking amazing.

But he'll only play if Dave up and wants the chasing. He's just fine with griefing and more subtle struggles.