Mina slowly crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide the smirk on her lips. "So how often would you cherish me? Do I get a statue...or a poodle?" With a laugh she shook her head and held up her hands. "Alright I get it. I'd be your loved, cherished apple of blood," she caught herself after she said it, pausing slightly. How did she know what that phrase meant? Had she heard it before? After all, she certainly didn't know French. Mina brushed the concern aside with the wave of her hand and lifted a leg, slowly unstrapping the shoe from her ankle and tossing it to the side of the room, first one and then the other. mulling over the idea. "So tell me your conditions...and I will tell you mine."