Sleeping Dragon pulse

"You know I'd never say no to an opportunity to talk," she quipped, tail tapping against the ground. He settled beside her, and she studied him thoughtfully for a moment before leaning down and tearing off another piece of her rabbit, chewing and swallowing daintily. A bit of blood stained the corners of her lips and somewhat on her chest-- she preferred to keep clean but with such white fur the staining was almost inevitable. It didn't bother her too much, inwardly and childishly, she sometimes pretended like it gave her some big, scary edge... even though it was, in reality, just from a measly little rabbit. 

"How does it feel to hold so much power in those big paws of yours, Mr. Wocha?" Portia then asked, an eyebrow quirking an a small smirk lighting up the edges of her lips. "What would you bother doing with all that power anyhow?"