"I suppose I would rather you were the village idiot than someone with even more qualification for the job" Eterna chuckled lightly, she sipped from her glass of blood momentarily, inhaling deeply through her nose. She wasn't smelling the blood however, more the potency of Allison's arousal in the air. Emerson would most likely not have noticed the slave's hand check beneath her skirt and as a witch, she doubted he could smell it on her.
Eterna placed the word 'Boat' using the 't' in pasta as she mused over Allison's apparent attraction to Emerson.