"Ah. Good. Scent of a woman." Selene leaned slightly toward Willow, catching her eyes. Her hand reached out to touch, lightly, briefly, the top of Willow's thigh. "A little red-headed lust in the air."
Her voice was softer, pitched more intimately for the two of them alone. "Lust is good. I can deal with lust. I admit to a little of my own. It's been a while."
"Still... I think I should let that lust simmer a little for now, don't you? Give you a little time to think this through? The impulsive vampire says let me take you in my arms, jump off this wall, and carry you back to my house."
Her smile grew softer, with a touch of sadness to her eyes. "That silly thinking vampire that shares the same body tells me to give you at least a few days to think things over. Give you time to pack a suitcase if nothing else. But also to let you think about being called bloodwhore behind your back. Because that's what people will assume, even though I would not drink from you."