She eyed him, and knew that he'd been working out again. His scent of sweat, soap and the outside filled her senses. She'd been gifted with the strength and skill to hunt and kill. It was in her instincts and it was something that she loved to do. But hunting and punishment rarely went hand in hand. She'd killed from drinking, and she'd let those that she punished dwindle for days as she tortured them into submission then the final pity kill. Malena was in the mood to hunt, not to kill.
Malena turned to say something in reply, looking peeved and annoyed. She raced up the stairs, supernatural speed aiding her instantaneous explosion of movement. Her blonde hair billowed to a stop as she pressed Danny into the wall behind him. She wanted him. She wanted to taste him. "You will come when I tell you," she said laughing on the inside of her entendre. The clue to her joke was a twinkle in her eye as she smiled at him.