One of these days... One of these days, Charles Renmont would know the truth of the creatures residing in the carnival. Maybe he would catch her feeding or finally count the lack of a heartbeat as real rather than a hallucination from the copious amounts of laudanum. One day he might see through the opioid haze into the heart of Zion and notice more than he ever wanted. What then? Would he run? Would he stay? She didn't think anyone would begrudge him the former.
And sometimes she worried that he had far more affection for her than was necessarily healthy. It was never prudent to feel more than base lust for a whore after all - and make no mistake, she knew exactly what she was at the end of the day. But perhaps it was the same. She could have fed from him any time she wanted, made him desire her more, be forced to answer her call - but she hadn't. And that was a weakness. "Taking me out on the town? I would have nothing to wear - and that would cause quite the stir, I think."
Juliette would never claim anything angelic about herself. She was a demon incarnate - perhaps not literally, but close enough. Her one weakness was children but she would never admit it out loud. That would be dangerous. Charles gave into her so easily, met her teasing with fire. She could taste the liquor and laudanum on his lips. As much as she might have taken more from him right there, she pulled back after a moment though Juliette stayed close, "I have a little time before I have to dance, if you'd like to come back to my wagon." That could have meant anything between them - conversation, her helping to fight his headaches, more. It would be up to him.