[ Set's chest flexes, twitching with a supressed burst of laughter -- Bruno's struggling must delight him in some way, while he withdraws his fingers from the man's mouth in order to lift him up. He weighs so little! Or, perhaps nobody truly weighs much to him, regardless of their size. Setting Bruno upon the ground, he tugs his ruana down. Gives it a little pat. It's all very personable, despite that he'd come down like a holy terror upon the other. ]

Oh?

[ There is a hand in his face, shoved right up to the tip of his nose as Set leans back - away from the jut of Bruno's palm, avoidant without being alarmed. Slowly, his own hands lift again, this time to lightly press fingertips apart -- peering through them as though he were peering through reeds along the Nile. His eyes, bright and red, are narrowed. But, at the least, his mouth is curled in relative amusement. ]

If you run, I'll chase you down again, and this time I won't be as nice about capturing you. You're my prey now, given to me in sacrifice. We're going to the finish line together!