Well, joy, that seemed to have achieved nothing apart from also making the creature either angry or frightened - either way you turn it, though, that definitely makes it threatening. And it looks like it's about to attack him. Fun times.

He quickly glances behind him, glad for the superior night vision his slitted pupil grants him, if not the restricted field of vision that comes with only one eye. Right behind him an old, battered-looking Volvo is parked, and that will have to do. Springing backwards hastily as if physics is something that happens to other people, he lands softly on the car roof, glad that it doesn't seem to have an alarm to set off.

"That didn't work, apparently. Look, doggy, I ain't about to warn you twice but I'm pretty sure I'm capable of slicing you in half if I try. Look." He keeps talking on the off chance that the dog is sentient, but hostile, and holds up a hand to demonstrate claws that now are as long as his forearm.