The cackle ringing through the Labyrinth made Rhine smile, offering up a much softer giggle of her own. "Go back?" When he reached for the girl, she wasn't there; it was only her reflections that smiled at him, and her voice bouncing around in the mirrored halls. "Why would we do that? Don't be so boring... Come and play with me..." She knew what he saw, how enticing she seemed, half-dressed and so flirty. Addled by the amount of bourbon he'd enjoyed and by the siren's voice, he couldn't discern "playful" from predatory.
Pausing to choose a direction, Rhine leaned forward, pressing her lips to the glass of a mirror to leave a clear print. Not for the drunk, of course, but for James to find. If he didn't understand already, she felt sure that he would. A gift, a game, one man-eater to another.
"I can' find you," her victim complained, reaching for another reflection, his fingers touching glass instead of soft curves.
"You're so slow," she purred back, carefully making her way back around, finding her own way through the Labyrinth. Rhine needed to come back to him from behind. If he wasn't terrified when she found him, he would be when he saw the gleam of sharp teeth in the half-light. "And I'm starting to get lonely..."