Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

His ego flashes, shoving a broad and colorful color across her vision. Red for a passionate topic. It blurs his ivory frame. It tickles with magneta for an eccentric customer. "No, cher..." she purrs, twisting her head back to the earth. A guttural laugh escapes her this time. 

"I do not make a habit of cursing men" she snaps her jaws shut, a wicked little grin stretched across her face "they still have their uses" the spook purrs. Even if most were utter fools "this... is merely to appease the mother earth. The season - the wild and mad hunt - is almost upon the realm."

She sniffs the air idly. "Appease the earth, for more lost souls will be born onto it soon enough" Poltergeist side-glances at the man "a fertility ritual."