"Feared is a good thing. I rather be feared than loved, humans will use and abuse those they love." Itto doesn't move away, he let's go of the man's arm to instead hold his waist. Long clawed fingers able to almost entirely hold that waist, so petite.

"Do you fear me cultivator?" He leans in once more, body pressed tightly against him. Even with fabric separating them it's not hiding much to the imagination.

"The others have all been men who thought they would gain fame and fortune in killing a beast. I wonder if you are as selfish as then or if you will prove different. It would be a shame to waste such a beautiful body." With a sigh Itto let's go of him and steps back, turning fully to go to a nearby couch and lounging on it, clothed body fully on display as he flicks on a few candles to light the room.

"You may look at me, cultivator. Pray, tell me your name. I know you know my own already. I think it's only fair I know yours." He lounges as if he had nothing to fear, an arm draped over the back of rhe couch and one leg dangling while the other was pulled up and bent. With his bare chest out and low hanging pants the position was clearly showing off the muscles and markings all over him. His long white hair was even pulled up in a ponytail to expose more of his neck.