[He inclines his head, smile turning almost predatory, when Valmont raises his hand against the Murkrow -- but the precious birdy babby doesn't seem to be harmed.]
They just like me! [As if to illustrate this, he holds out his arms, and no less than six of the Dark-types land on him.]
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They just like me! [As if to illustrate this, he holds out his arms, and no less than six of the Dark-types land on him.]