The answer made Natasha smirk as she watched the girl - for a girl she was. Young, naive...but not human. Intriguing combination. And she claimed to be dangerous...
"And just how dangerous would you be?" Natasha asked, approaching with care and caution but without hesitation. Fear was not something she knew how to feel.
"And anyone should fear the Dark Lord - unless you have the desire to serve him," she added. "Should you want that you'd see what power and danger and strength really is."
She laughed at the question. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," she said teasingly. "But why bother with silly things like names. I'd be more interested in hearing what you are. Werewolf? Vampire? You don't look pale, so my guess would be the former. Only a werewolf have no cause to quiver... not if it knows its power."
"Do you like the power it gives you? Do you embrace it?"