"The monster in the pretty package?" Selene's quick laugh was soft, but honest. "I was an old maid of 19 the first time I was turned. My sort don't age."
She turned and jumped the short distance to the top of the outer wall, paying no attention to the distance to the ground below where she sat. Patting the stone next to her she reached her hand down. "So let me take advantage of that attraction. Come and sit with me. It will give you a chance to decide if there is more to me than my black body armor. I'll be open with you; I prefer men, but over a lifetime of more than six centuries, one acquires a little... flexibility, in these matters."
"You can tell me about yourself and what you do." Selene glanced down between Willow's legs briefly and then met her eyes with a smile. "My nose is as sensitive as a wolf's. I think you'd like to talk, and I don't get many people willing to look past what I am and find the girl underneath. I hope I'm not too blunt, but while immortality teaches patience, it also taught me not to let a good thing pass me by."