"I am on the mend. Nasty...dog bite." Selene pointed to her neck with an irritated looking grimace on her face. "Got a little infected is all. You know how filthy strays are."
If her dreams were not of his smile then they were about ripping Drake's fangs from his mouth. Her jaw clenched at the thought of him.
"Your body language says otherwise. Though you may not fear it, you are cautious, observant, without much trust." Selene had many years to watch those around her and pick up on the subtle cues that gave away so much about a person. The distance they kept, how they shifted their weight, if they touched their face or hair, all of it was insight into who stood before her. This was a woman who was cautious, waiting for trouble to strike.
"If it is simple curiousity that brings you here, what might I do to help with that? Seth will get rather cross at me should she find I have escaped my bed."