[ he's spoken to her before over the network, heard something of her from armand, but meeting her face to face like this is startling. even standing there startlingly pale and highlighted by the dark dress, she looks more feral than human. wolf-like, if the roaring of her mind is anything to say.
he tilts her head, unable to help the way hunger thrums in his veins, the scent of blood all around making him feel like he hasn't fed tonight, even though he has. maybe it's something in the food - in the sticky-sweetness of it, laced with blood. strawberries and iron, savory meats and iron. he regards her, tilting his head a little. ]
And why's that?
[ amused, leaning an elbow on the back of his seat, peering up at her curiously. ]
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he tilts her head, unable to help the way hunger thrums in his veins, the scent of blood all around making him feel like he hasn't fed tonight, even though he has. maybe it's something in the food - in the sticky-sweetness of it, laced with blood. strawberries and iron, savory meats and iron. he regards her, tilting his head a little. ]
And why's that?
[ amused, leaning an elbow on the back of his seat, peering up at her curiously. ]