"Mmhmm, I am bursting with power, though it is not as bad as it was a few months ago. It actually scared me, there were seven large fetish events over the course of one weekend. Nationally large events, not the usual stuff like every weekend at Decadence." She shrugs softly, smoothing a hand through her hair and then settling back into the corner of the couch, sipping at her wine, for once not reaching, not touching. It's not bragging either, it's just telling him, revealing that she was frightened not so long ago.
She smiled at him as he started to relax, find it easier to talk to her, stop being so nervous, so seemingly guilty over what he was, or who, or that he was talking about it. It was nice to be around him too, to have that understanding, and the freedom to talk and be accepted.
"It's not me I worry about. I.. I tend to see things with a sort of clarity. The psychological factors, the reasons behind things, how people are broken and what they need. It drives them away when I try to help." ..and that is unimaginably painful in the NOT!happyfun way.