Neverwinter Forest nunyae

He was a talkative fellow. Probably thought of himself as charming—and with a little wink. Sitala took in the sight of him making a fool of himself and tried not to vomit. Her smirk grew into a smile, if only to supress her gag reflex. The game was afoot and she would not let herself get carried away.

To his not-so-subtle leading statement about trouble at home she feigned a bit of surprise, settling to her haunches as if she was truly interested in what he was saying; but before she could latch upon that, he turned the conversation back upon her. Sitala shrugged her broad shoulders as she said, My home is anywhere. For now, it is here.

With a small motion of her head she beckoned him closer. I was looking for a meal, but you are a much better catch. She had done this before. Twice, actually. It should have gotten easier every time, but the whole being charming part was always the hardest for her.

The sex? The killing? Not so much.