She blinked, looking up at him, trying to figure out what blood had to do with anything before realizing what he was saying. "Oh.." she said softly.
There was an understanding in her voice, because for all that Enigma put emphasis on sex and lust...those weren't her triggers, not when it came down to her own graveyard of victims.
She looked down at the drawing she had done, a thousand and one question marks that created a crossword puzzle...she didn't even know the answers, or the questions to go inside the boxes that were arrange so neatly despite her rage.
She counted out one of the spaces, before filling it in with her birth name, following the E from Effie down to make Edward. "Would you like to bleed me, or am I just convenient?" she asked, raising her eyes up to him.