[She smiles, her eyes catching the moonlight in a way that makes them look, for a moment, like they were glowing as well.]
Hmm, now who is the prey here, I wonder? [When she's close enough, and when the smoke is close to dissipating too much, there's a sudden spike of magic (that she, of course, can't feel) as one of the smoke tendrils curls towards Kamui, almost like it has a mind of its own... except there's a web, a familiar web, curled on Kamui's wrist, when the swirling black mass finally disappears.]