When Max ran, Kevin listened - and he could tell that she was fleet of foot, a difficult target as he was right at this moment. He elected to let her get away, turning his full attention to the man prone beneath him. The dirt and grass hit him square in the face, sending sediment into his teeth and empty eye sockets...but it didn't do much besides irritate the strange man, making him rub at his face with his sleeve. The motion scraped more peeling skin away from his cheekbones. He even stuck a grimy finger into his eye socket to try and get some of the dirt out. Courfreyrac would be able to pull away at least a bit, scuttle back - but it wasn't long before his focus was back and he was moving slowly to close the distance between himself and his prey. He knew there would be no running.

"So friend," he chuckled, his voice coming out muffled, strained through a speaker that just wasn't there, "What color is your hair? I can't see it, you know."

This may have seemed like a strange question.

Unless Courfreyrac noticed the bracelets around his right wrist, plainly braided from bloody clumps of hair that did not belong to him.