"You say that as a Viking and an old thing in search of entertainment." The crone's lips twitched slightly at his comment - the adventure that would come. She watched him, but soon closed her eyes to think of the blue boy and what they'd done together.
She felt the Viking close by, rather than saw him. Her hands continued to move before coming to rest between her thighs. Nothing inappropriate happened then, other than the lack of undergarments. She felt him move from one place to another, a soft gasp at the touch of his lips. A slight shiver at the lick.
"I may have a few scratches. I think he even bit me." Her voice held a tiny pout, but she knew that there would be marks for the Viking to discover should he move the shirt. Her back, hips, thighs, breasts, and shoulders would have telltale scratches, claws. Perhaps a few other places. There were definite signs where she'd been bitten by something more feral than a human, even a vampire. The only reason she was even able to move was that she shared blood with a vampire. That and she was a Fable, a powerful one.
"He could probably track me now. I wonder if he will." Her eyes opened. "Then again, he could before if he really wanted. He knew my scent." Her little gift, the blue boy had kept it after all.