"Did you devour them, then?" Truthfully this question was asked without any traces of mocking; her sisters had hissed of things dark and terrible and corrupt, creatures from a children's story. How they would incinerate everything in their path and drain the essence from creatures mundane and magical alike. How could this creature be one such thing, she wondered? She was beginning to feel like she had been put on.
Oh, he was dangerous, certainly. She would have been a very poor sylph indeed if she had not noticed that right away. But he was also alluring. Mischievous. And, as she had noted before, nothing like the mindless killing machines of her sisters' stories.
She turned to face him as he appeared to stand behind her again, this time some distance away. Ah, so he preferred to be chased then? She feigned a scandalized expression but flitted toward him none the less, her hair and tunic undulating softly with some unfelt draft now that they were more removed from the curious and superstitious gaze of mortals. "Your chambers? Quite a presumptuous invitation! How cruel for such an intriguing man to play on a young girl's inquisitive nature." She hummed, her smirk teasing, and danced until she was close enough to place her palm against his collar, fingertips lightly curling against the side of his throat. She marveled at the rampant, primal energy she could feel beneath the shell; experimentally she pushed some of her own element against it, mouth just slightly agape.
"Oh, but what can the winds do to the flames, I wonder?"