"Yes but, this isn't the eighth century, filth can hide in the most clean of packages." She commented stoically. She spoke as if she knew first hand. When she actually didn't. But what did he know? He didn't know anything about her. "Including Heather. Considering the fact that I was with her husband before she was... I know his habits." She secretly apologized to both Heather and Tony. She knew they were good clean people. But none of that showed on the exterior.
She had been made to kill. She knew the dance. She knew habits. She knew how to read people, even the undead. No she wouldn't be the first to attack. That was the trick. Coax your opponent into making the mistake. She could sense that circling him perturbed him just a little so she kept at it. He would put an end to it if it really bothered him. One way or another.
"If you did't stink of death you might be attractive." She paused at his backside. Boldly checking out his ass. "Though, I have seen nicer asses. Makes me wonder if you make up for it in other areas. Though... Probably not. Usually men with arrogance like yours are..." She frowned and walked around so she could see that she slumped her pinkie. Surely he would get the gesture. "Though...Tony is the exception, but then he is Italian. And he does have quite a nice ass."
Gabriel did too. And he certainly wasn't lacking, but she wasn't about to bring up her husband to this... thing.