Could be the devil in a clever disguise

The french women stood there, staring and awaiting for his move. When none came, the women began to grow agitated. Tail flicking slightly side to side, she waited to see what he had to say. Nothing interesting, merely pointless dribble. "I know why you are here and yet you waste my time." The women growled, however lightly, that tail lash once behind her once. The Pendragon took a step forward towards the brute, clearly not fearful of him. "Let me ask you this; are you worth my time, boy?" The women questioned, her words harsh and cold. That face naught but a stoney facade, one he'd be hard pressed to see past. If she could not gain what her body desired, then perhaps she would state another need, the need to taste the crimson liquid flowing through his veins, taste the flesh hidden just underneath that fur and oh so delicate skin.