[. . .or he would, if he were any other man. The panicked expression turns into a look of sadism as Chobe smiles, and right before Kabru's eyes, his neck begins stitching back together. Vine like tattoos peek through Chobe's blood as they pull his skin back together as if it were as simple as zipping up a wound. Once he can speak again, he spits some excess blood to the side, and rolls his neck.]

Nice. So you weren't all talk! Gotta say, I'm impressed.

[As if Kabru needed more confirmation he wasn't entirely human. . .Chobe holds out an arm, and a thick, woody vine emerges, splitting his skin, and then whips over to try and snag Kabru to pull him closer.]

Well then! How about we get to know each other even better now?