Prick Your Finger On The Spindle

Ooooo so it was beginning. Rœkia smiled but it wasn't the sweet smile of her masquerade it was sinister, her fangs glinting in the dim light. "Oh? That's a shame… you must be getting sicker. Maybe I was wrong… maybe it's not a respiratory infection. It could be something far more… Wolf what is the word I'm looking for?" Her gaze shifted lazily to her companion and the bird nuzzled against her cheek. "Fatal?"

Rœkia's grin widened. "Ah, yes… that's the word. Tell me how's your head? Are you in any pain?" Her voice was slightly cold, clinical. Probing for information though it wasn't information she really required. While it was always fun to test out new poisons there was a definite thrill to working with those she was already experienced in. She could relax and enjoy watching the effects without having to worry about memorizing notes. "I'm really curious what you're thinking right now, my dear, sweet Finch."

"Speech"