i lack much more than innocence

Raisa listened to the man speak with a smirk. The darkness he claimed did not phase the woman, did not even cause her to blink. What did his inclinations matter to her? His own habits were of no consequence, and she was not easily frightened. In fact, as he scorned her rank, she chuckled. "Hardly. I expect little and less of the males I come across. You're quite safe in that respect. Perhaps when she had a pack of her own, however... Her smile held undertones now that she was sure he would not understand. Her afternoon with Fugue had set her mind ablaze. The possibilities were endless, she only needed followers, and she had her own certain charisma. It was so close she could practically taste it. She gave herself a small shake though. The present was now, and that was where she must be. Eyes flitting over the male's frame, she spoke again. "Such pretty words from a supposedly dark soul. A bit of a poet, aren't we? So charming, too. I suppose my company won't suffice as an offering. Shame, that's all I thought to bring." Her tone was light, mocking to only the slightest degree. This was not a wolf she would fear until he gave her cause. Words were wind, and actions were entirely different.