❝ Hooh? Are you acquainted with Mathias? ❞ A chuckle. ❝ I find him to be quite easy on the eyes, but I get the feeling he’s turned off by my mouth. Sorry Mathias, I only know how to talk like a ruffian. ❞ Another chuckle as the witch once more lets the pipe linger between her lips. ❝ I’m afraid, that it really is true —— only men who can stomach a woman with a foul mouth and sharp tongue will come for me —– mad ones included —— like Ushiromiya Kinzo. He’s quite the unfortunate one and spent all his magical talents searching for ways to make me submit to his heel. ❞
But even this conversation is thrilling in that there’s a pleasant smile drifting across Beatrice’s face. ❝ I’ve lived a thousand years but the tastes of men have not changed. However, the times have ——- and the days of women being subservient to men are long since past. However, even I find it thrilling to be quite taken by a man who knows how to excite and thrill with a bit on control. All things in moderation. ❞ Perhaps no one would believe those words which slipped from the golden witch’s mouth. Given she was quite the rowdy witch and untameable.
A sparkle now sets in her eye. ❝ But you look like you would be a night of fun. I wonder if you too will be enchanted by my golden sparkle? ❞
“Sure I do! Known that guy and his little friend for a hell of a long time! But you know how us vampires are, everyone seems to know everyone--especially those of us from the old world. Small world, like I said. But yeah. Oh yeah. He’s handsome alright, ain’t he? A real looker. Kind of a prude though, and that’s no good for the likes of me. No good for the likes of you either, by the sounds of it, huh?” Unsurprising, in every sense of the word. But the words seem to better fuel that persistent sense of mirth underpinning the entire conversation as the vampire snickers behind his cigarette, broad shouldrs tilting with every sultry hum of deep, dulcet laughter.
“Me? Oh, I’m fun alright. This old man’s got some life in him yet, if you wanna join me at some of my old haunts. Even though my tastes run exclusively in the masculine.” A wink lids one dark eye, smoke seeping from the part in his smile as he tilts his head to one side in an expression of coyness that can be nothing other than feigned. “Doesn’t mean I can’t show you a good time in some other kinda way, right? Night’s still young, if you wanna try some of the clubs up in snob hill~”
