[A smirk on her lips as well as a smudge of violet she leans forward, slowly letting the tip of her tongue trace his lips. She kisses him again, prying his lips apart and sucking slowly on the bitten on. She can't help the shudder that runs through her, the intimacy of this act sorely missed, even as she pulls back and runs jagged teeth over the broken flesh.

And she laughs. Tips her head back, and laughs, cold and cruel. Oh if only he did know. Oh if only... it's cute how he tries to hurt her.]

Fortune favours the cunning. And you'll be surprised as those who'll find me attractive my dearest. You are not the last to flush red, and you were not the first.

You weren't much at all, really. [Another stab, another rejection. Honestly now she's just trying to provoke him into getting angry]