Daisy half-heartedly gives him a sideways shove. "You're absolutely lurking! You think I don't know hunting when I see it? Sure, for you. Eye types, it's different. But that's what it is. You lurk. You sneak around. You ambush."

And walks away fed but still not entirely satisfied after months of lacking the Fear needed to really scratch the itch.

"I get it. Believe me. I get it. But c'mon."