"Of course." she smirked. "Maybe, you have to earn that sort of thing though. It's not a wholly pleasant sensation, you know, bones growing or shrinking or disappearing or reappearing. Requires a lot of energy too. But I would consider it if I was given booze or fresh meat, cigars and maybe even sexual favors from beautiful young women, there's no virtue in being difficult to bribe after all. And yes, my sister and I are utterly fantastic, you can be sure of that." she wasn't nearly as cocky as she pretended to be but it was fun, she loved the chance to play.
She had to raise an eyebrow at his little dip into her head, the look on her face not so subtly saying 'don't do that again'. "You sound so human. The hunt is where the fun is, like pursuing a lover. The thrill is in the chase, not in the capture, though in both cases the end can be very enjoyable if you know just what it is you're doing. That said, I try not to devour my lovers in such a fashion, aside from it being a little too rude there's that poem of Baudelaire's that tends to stop me when I think about it. 'Come, my dear cat, upon my loving chest; hold in the claws of your paws, and allow me to dive into your beautiful eyes, a mixture of metal and agate. In which time my fingers caress in leisure, your head and your back elastic, and that hand is intoxicated with the pleasure of touching the body electric. In spirit I see my woman. Her gaze, how like yours lovable beast, deep and cold, it cuts and carves like a dart. And, from her head down to her feet, a subtle air, a dangerous perfume floats about her dusky body.' Or something like that, I don't speak French but it is very fitting as it is."