Without missing a beat, Razielle retrieved her hand. The Vampyre scooted up a bit and leaned forward across the table. Sliding the goblets out of her way, she braced her hands, palms down just before Gav and lowered her face. Her lips less than an inch from his ear teased him as she whispered. "You won't permanently damage me. I fear nothing and no one. And as for what I'll embrace... you will just have to see for yourself, Gav..."

Sliding back a bit, she gave him a smile that was clearly full of secrets. She was not a girl to be played games with by an unworthy opponent. But it would seem as far as playing the game of innuendo and mystique, she had just met her match.