"What a lovely beast. Good boy." The tone was soft, cooing. Voice alluring and gentle. Caring. Yorik was quite fascinated, perhaps a bit amused, but how this creature reaction. "The reason your vessel has been harmed, is due to the woman known as Darck. She is the reason he suffers so. And she is the reason I must leave my mark. Do brace, lovely creature." The hand upon that cheek pulled back, and claws grew once more. Slashing them swiftly downward across Jak's exposed chest.