Re: Natasha and Fenrir
The words sent a spark of desire through her. Just the thought that someone like Fenrir would find her attractive, was enough to speed up her breathing. These robes were better than she'd thought. "Perhaps I do not care much for behaving nicely?" she countered with a smirk.
Her eyes alight with interest she nodded at the invitation. "Of course," she said. "Care to share what this fun entails?"
She nodded. "You won't be doing any of the turning yourself?" she asked, nearly breathlessly hoping. Though of course those turned would not be deserving of such an honour. Perhaps- but no, that was too much to dare ask for. Instead she smiled. "They are going well. You should have a list of relatives and addresses on your desk in a matter of days." Then it was just a matter of picking people off until the Werewolves gave in.