His tones are low in the fourm of a growl, enticing and tantalizing to her senses. Her right, white ear swivels in place, if only to better take in his words. He is a prime specimen in her observations, his alabaster coat unmarred by imperfections. He is a lovely thing indeed, and she knows this off the bat. There's no hesitation in her fourm as she turns to greet him head on, her slender skull tilted downward ever so slightly so that her venomous gaze would be then tilted up toward him.

She takes her time, as she always does, watching him, assessing, calculating. There was no threat within him that she could taste, but one could never be too careful. The wolf Eric, after all, had been a monster in disguise, and this male could be no different. But then again he could be all the different. Seline really only had one way of learning. Simply because it was best to always keep alert and moving, and because she wished for it- her graceful alabaster paws are bringing her closer to him in a wide arch. It's not that she keeps her distance from him exactly, but more so that she wishes to get a nice full view. It wasn't often that she found things much to her liking as he was, and she was not about to pass up an opportunity. Such was the way of the Satanican Queen, as it had been her entire life.

But her current object of posession was the nameless and yet exquisite male before her. His choice of words brought a slow and easy chuckle to drip past her alabaster and crimson stained jaw. Not only a looker, but a charmer as well- maybe even with a hint of her own humour laced within. She was loathe to pass up a game such as this; and, simply put, she doesn't. "And have I indeed drawn out said beasty from his lair?" Her insinuation is quite blatant, and if he doesn't get it- well, there had to be other wolves within this land that were at least somewhat up to her level. But even if he proved to be thick headed, Seline could still always enjoy herself in his looks, for he was truly an enticing sight. It had been a long time since any wolf had sparked her interest in such a profound manner- but it was remain to be seen if he could hold that spark and ignite it to flames.

As she watches him, her white tail give one, then two lazy flicks behind her. They are not wags, but they are also not twinges of irritation. If anything, it is a somewhat playful gesture- though only in a way Seline can manage, with her grace and simple exotic nature. Let him show her if there is indeed such a thing as the big bad wolf and let him have his fun. The Satanican Queen was more than ready for anything to come her way. "It would be a shame if I were to have disturbed his beauty rest.." Another chuckle and a brief upward tug of her lips- oh how she amused herself indeed.