"What are you waiting for?"
Le An hadn't even adapted to the scent of Taras's pheromones yet when Taras asked the question, and for a moment, he couldn't understand what he was supposed to do. "What... do you mean?"
"Aren't you supposed to attack me?" Taras opened his arms toward Le An, making a gesture as if to say come at me. Was Taras actually expecting him to attack?
"I-I… I'm never the one to start the attack. If you come at me first, then I'll fight back," Le An said, explaining to him what he had always done with Theo up until now. He only knew about defense and escape.
Taras looked at Le An's face with even less understanding. Attack him?
Le An swallowed and, realizing he needed to clarify, added a few more words. "Like trying to restrain me or hit me..." He stepped one foot back, took a stance that reinforced his posture, and raised his arms in a guarded position ready for any move.
