Naturally arrogant. she couldn't help but be drawn to another with a strong sense of self. He wasn't what she had expected at all. This was no mewling mortal, ready to do her bidding as so many were. He was confident and amused with her of all things. If he'd been mocking, she would of had to set him on fire or send a lightning bolt through his body, appealing as he was. There were standards to maintain after all. But it wasn't negative nor condescending.
Her nose wrinkled in distaste as she visually skimmed over the talisman, her teeth briefly showing. Witches and their wardings tended to displease her in general. "I concede the point that your magic is strong. Stronger than I thought." Sloan would never touch the source of his protection, but she did lean in to view it closer, catching his scent as she did so. He smelt of secrets and shadows but also of the sun and song, an intoxicating and unusual combination. This one was more of the light she thought, but there was enough darkness in him to intrigue.
"I'm not a nice creature," she said honestly, "and I've done things that many..most..would consider evil. I find evil to be just another word however. It only carries power if you believe in it. Were you to look inside my mind, you'd find blood and pain, a determined plot set in course long ago. But..you'd also find allure and eroticism. Desire and the scarlet pulse of want." Slim fingers lifted to caress teasingly down his jawline and into the curve if his neck. "Not all witches are mortal, silly," she taunted, using his own expression. "Many species also carry witchcraft. I once slept with a sea witch. She was creative and enjoyable, although rather salty." A brief wink accompanied her joke. A small foot raised to the the centre of his chest and she pushed him back to his arse with a laugh. "We're having the conversation now and I'm working on the plying. It shall be interesting to see how malleable you might become."