"Lamb?" She snorted as she made her round, a hand moved out and grazed across his shoulders and around as she moved back to the front of him. "This isn't fucking Twilight. I don't sparkle nor do curl into a ball and resolve to die because someone left me." Her eyes rolled at the thought of the entire premise and for a moment she wished it was real. Just so she could rip out the characters throats.
"Well whats a little blood stained fabric so long as it brings out the sparkle of your baby blues." Her brow arched in mockery. While she had only been there for a few hours, it seemed to be true that the witches were completely fucking useless. Go figure. Just like in the real world. They never did anything useful, they just liked to fuck with others and call it protection.
At the mention of a fae to feed on while working, Lana's lips turned slightly towards the corner of her mouth in a barely there grin. "I wouldn't oppose to a snack that could give me a buzz while having to mend your fucked up shirts. Especially since I wasn't the one to fuck them up..." Her eyes cut back to him in judgement.
Lana shrugged at the made up reasoning behind her becoming a seamstress. "Or he could just let me kill people... It's not too much to ask, is it? I'm sure there are some annoying fucking humans and workers here that he wouldn't mind being rid of... It would be a favor.. Really." The thought of her dealing with knives was amusing, but she could have thought of better things to do to add to his show. "Well he could have just had me be your assistant. At least then if a knife went astray, he wouldn't have to worry about me dying. Though it might be in poor taste to have an orgasm while on stage... Not that I haven't done it before... But he may not appreciate it the way that we would."