"An invitation," spoke black lips curving into a graceful smile. The sort affected by high society women trying to seem coquettish, but only mastered by those blessed with experience.
"Don't wriggle on the hook, unless you wish to catch sharks," she almost spat is a dismissive sneer at the captive. Then moved closer, almost gliding. "And you... Almost catching your own, of late. Your life must be charmed, to be gambled so freely."
There was a moment where her gaze seemed to drift off to one side, listening to something unheard, then dragged it back to lock with his, again. When next she spoke, it was in his native language.
"Greatness has been watching, Noah. I come before you to offer what life has not: A path... Communion. Recognition. I do not come to extinguish your fire, Flame-Keeper. I want to fuel an inferno."