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Head tilts curiously as he scans her, looking for signs of weakness. Anya is taking far too long on the analysis in his opinion, though he knows it’s his own fault. This one is much too powerful to pick a fight with, even if he is itching for a challenge, itching to get his knuckles bloody. A hard habit to break. Instead he hangs back, waiting for her to notice his presence, waiting for her to make the first move. It’s always more fun that way, after all.