To the male, it seemed she had backed off far too soon. It was imminent in his cobalt orbs up until her comment of what words she would wail from her lips. As if the colbalt beast would get her to wail like a banshee for him. Daft beast. A promise would be made from his voice, ushered with a hint of venom as his hulking form retreated into the shadows. As his side barely grazed her posture with his height, she did not flinch once, holding back the desire to bite his rump. Not now to play rough. Maybe after a couple more rounds of their deadly game. "I keep my promises, or I hope to die, Valentine." Those final words came as a vibrating hiss of honey, a promise she'd keep. Quietly, she noted this location. Maybe this boy would come another day, and so would she, for round two of their entendre game. -- exit Empyrea --
