"Bakery, huh?" Emyli's amused smile simply grew as the words tumbled out of her mouth. "I'm quite fond of sweet stuff. Especially sticky sweets. Donuts, cinnamon rolls, you name it." The suggestion was thinly layered behind her statement, but she didn't really do much to try to hide it in the first place. It wouldn't have mattered if the boy had been an angel or a saint -- Emyli would not censor herself for anyone. "Ah, see. Knew it. Too good to be true," She offered him a playful wink. "But I've often found that the gritty truth is just as good as fantasy." 'Virgin' was a laughable concept to Emyli. So much so, that she chose to forget that her first time was awkward and generally unpleasant.
An eyebrow arced at his statement. "Is that so? Maybe you ought to give me her number, then. Pretty sure this town is only big enough for just one of me," She paused for only a moment, certain that she could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. "Though, I'd just settle for yours." Subtlety did not exist in the dictionary of Emyli Parker. Then he revealed that he was also a supernatural.
"Were-otter. Hmm. Can't say that I've ever met one of those before now." Although, her eyes gained an even more devious gleam at the mention of fun talents. This was just too easy. "Emyli. E-M-Y-L-I, not to be confused with the normal way. And I have my own share of fun talents, but they're none that your mom should hear about." Now that was laying it on thick and she couldn't help but giggle, even if some part of her was serious. "In any case, I'm sorry ahead of time should your mom decide to disown you for speaking to me."