Eyes remained on the watcher the entire time, only shifting down to the silky smooth touch on the back of her hand, flicking off a couple small flecks of dried blood that still clung to her hand. The touch sent sparks flying in her system and another hunger began to rise in her body with all of the blood that had continued to rush about. Carefully examining the smoking technique with an odd curiosity one might think that the slayer had never seen it done before. However, quite the contrary was true. The method had been seen on several different occasions, but in this primal state of mind everything seemed different, everything seemed to take on a new life, new forms that she didn’t see when in a ‘normal’ state of mind. It was strange how things morphed and changed when a new perspective was reached. This feeling, these notions and how reality was altered, it was intoxicating, thrilling, addicting. The notions could make one want to stay like this forever and never be in touch with the real world again. Though how that could be obtained was still a question to which no answer seemed to fit.
A single brow rose at the commentary of a nest. Craning her neck for a moment the slayer stretched the muscles in it out. Work was technically done for the night, she didn’t have anyone to answer to now. The slayer easily could frolic off and have fun, prolonging this state of being just a little longer until all those toys laid broken and bleeding at her feet. Eyes darted from the other woman to the falling cigg at movement was provided by its actions. Slowly her gaze rolled back up over the watcher, starting at the woman’s boots and slowly raising before meeting brown orbs yet again as she was questioned. A nearly demonic smirk rolled over her lips with a sadistic glee present in dark eyes. Giving a single short nod in response the baby dark slayer danced with her own internalized danger as she waited for the other woman to lead the way.