Wendy & Sasha & Open
Wendy's clear blue eyes looked into Sasha's dark ones, gauging. While he knew there was something within him he could not yet access - something he used to be able to, but right now was eluding him, as if he had forgotten how to ride a bike - there were some... stirring he senses when he looked people into their eyes and felt.
Within Sasha, there was fear. Turmoil. Anger. A delectable mix of destructive feelings that, were he at the height of his power, he could have... He would have...
Just like that, it was gone again. Wendy sighed and then recomposed himself. He raised an eyebrow at Sasha. "No. You would have made a delectable meal."