“I’ll make sure to give you my card.” Fresh meat was a the perfect way to describe Mary. She was still clean, blissfully unaware of what she was capable of. Lending out her services, actually using magic against someone, might well one day be a possibility for her, or it might not -- for the moment, all she could do was joke (and daydream) about such things. Mary had heard whispers of the potential of dreams in this town, but there was still something in her, something belligerently rational that told her the vast majority on Valernet were mistaken. Without a doubt, however, she had felt that pull to come here. It didn’t have a name, hadn’t even been recognized, but that voice had whispered in Mary’s ear, like so many others.
Mary rolled her eyes, not at Killian, but at the very thought that a date could be pleasant. Granted, it was hard to top the last successful date she’d been on ...which had been with the man she married. She didn’t often advertise the fact that she’d settled down with her high school sweetheart. It tended to skew people’s opinion of her, as if she were some heart-eyed, hopeless romantic. Far from it. “Something tells me I would have wanted to, given that he’d actually showed up. That kind of man doesn’t often turn out to be enjoyable.”