She smiled and her teeth were not at all predatory. Her lips were slightly pink, really, not blood red, and if the light hit her just right you could see a faint pattern on her skin.
Her very short horns curved back, just a litle, split at the ends and blunted.
"Do you consider yourself on duty, or shall we go and check my wine cellers?" She asked, holding out hand. "And my I take your coat?"