“And how likely are those odds?” she asked with a bit of a smirk, before her gaze narrowed slightly. “You could help, huh? And wht would you want in exchange?” she asked, sipping her newly laced coffee, watching him. Nothing came for free, despite what it might appear in this world, and Enigma was more then willing to pay a high price for the medications she needed to stave off blindness or strokes.
It was all in what Damon requested. There was very little she wouldn't or hadn't done in her life, and she saw very little that she wouldn't give this man. She was a slut, a thief, a murder for hire...but she still had standard and limits.
“And I've read Twilight...well, part of, I ended up throwing the book in the fireplace and having a long rant about it after. And then I watched Dracula and the fear came right back.” she gave him a grin. “But so long as I don't go near gorgeous vampires, I'm safe.”