Ilinca looked up, a snarl half-formed on her lips, before realizing it was just Marcus. She tried to say something in return, but all that came out was a string of Bulgarian. She closed her mouth, sighed, then tried again. "They always are," she answered, thankfully in English this time. Though that accent would never go away.
"Cats rule the house, isn't that what they say?" she added, finally rising from the ground. Her eyes sparkled brighter than they had moments before, and her skin seemed to be glowing even more brightly beneath the moonlight. Ilinca was flushed and well-fed, and it showed. She wiped her lips on the back of her hand, spinning slowly on the spot as she looked up at the moon.
"What brings you out tonight, Marcus?" she called, weaving around a few trees. "It's a beautiful night, certainly. Out for a stroll?"