Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

She did not look at him but a slow chuckle did escape her blackened lips at his voice. "Interesting, am I?" the spook replied with a drawl in her whimsical tune. A tail swished idly, inviting him closer should he wish it. "I haven't a mirror, cher - why am I so interesting?"

No, she did not see any danger in the invite. Even should he attack, it would be over in some way. Death was a friend at this point in her life. Dancing round the room, a strange waltz she shared with the cloaked specter. If he beat her until she was raw, she would just patch herself up and move on.

That was all these cute little encounters were. Fleeting. Meant to mean nothing. So this is why she posed the question to him first. To see just how weak this meeting would be or - surprise! - not.