speak of the devil

and she will come

A short laugh is given in reply to Natu's playful words before she speaks once more. "Good girl." Her voice is serious and yet one would pass the remark over in their mind again to catch the subtlety of humor in the timbre. Though she turns her attention toward the still waters before her, the pale columbine femme is not out of mind. Naamah is eager to reach within the mind of her guest and fit the pieces together that made her like she is. Knowing one's most intimate thoughts was a gift that she wished she possessed greatly, but she would suffice for manipulation to obtain such things instead, her silver tongue granting her whatever she desired in more ways than one.

This one is deceiving at first glance though, the display of fangs as she passes by throwing her for a delightful loop in this theatrical performance between the two. If her intuition proves to be correct, then the dark eyed devil foresees quite an interesting future between the two of them. Oh, if only she knew.

She tilts her crown just slightly so that she may view the larger female obscurely, noticing that the others attention is not on Naamah, but the fish swimming just below the surface of the water before her. Perhaps she did not want to slip up, but her eyes were soon back upon Naamah within moments as she spoke, disdain for her lack of a meal evident within her tone. Though her inquiry about the temptress set her to smile again, unfathomable eyes looking to the female with quite a peculiar glimmer. She watches as the other shakes as she rises to her paws and waits for her to finish her introduction before speaking her piece. "Well my dear Natu, your insight is rather skewed.." She laughs lightly. "I am very well underway of a hunt as we speak." The soft laughter just prior now tumbles out in full resonance, knowing that Natu may very well choose now to be a point for parting ways. But the devil has conjured up a name for the white beast and her scent is strong in her memory - she would not be getting away so easily for a long while.

"Naamah, mother of plagues." She announces herself as she shakes her head slightly, fluffing up her fur in self-admiration of her title.