"Who's to say what they deserve?" Drusilla smiled slowly, humming absently as she began to move towards him. Had he said something about a soul, she would have gladly admitted to not having one of those nasty things. Her gaze remained fixed on him, somewhat amazed by the resemblance.
"I wonder...would you taste like my daddy?" The smile shifted into a grin as she raised one hand, her razor sharp nails glimmering in the moonlight. "You'll let me have a sip, won't you, puppy?" She continued to move towards him, the grin never leaving her lips as she noted that he had realized that he couldn't get out without going past her.