Things had went from casual to sly to dangerous in one fell swoop. All it took was a bit of seductive teasing on her part to rouse the beast within him but, unfortunately for Malleah, it wasn't the type of beast that she had been intending to rouse. He is like some great demon of lore arising, stalking towards her in all his puissant grace. Her hackles rise and her ears remain pricked forward. So small she is compared to him. All she can think for a moment is his huge figure leaping atop her, crushing body her body and her soul, and she shivers. It is slight yet he will likely catch it. Such a beautiful evening has turned to waste. She should have stayed with the two males in the company of all the strangers. A far greater chance of life was there but this male had played his cards nicely. Fooled her and in that moment, the moment she thought her power greater, had proved once more that she was still the runt of the pack.

"I am not so big that a little bite would remain little," she growls back at him, eyes narrowed upon his visage. He is primordial, a power before time. It is like he uncoils in the way of a dragon, easy within the skin that confines him because it is a skin that cannot be touched. There is no escape for her truly except to fight back. To struggle so hard that she manages a brief second in which she can slip between that small opening and race to freedom. She has no doubt that once outside she can easily out distance him.

With each forward step her body rocks back, paws sliding against the dirt floor by inches while her pink eyes stay latched onto him. "The devil was handsome too," she says calmly even if her heart beats like a frightened bird. His words, they infuriate her and her ears snap back onto her head, her teeth flash at him, small compared to his own. "And you need to learn manners!" With a sudden bravery she steps towards him, lifting herself up once more with glaring eyes. "You would rather eat me than take what I offer you? Companionship? Comfort? The vessel in which yo relieve yourself and create a new progeny? A male such as yourself needs offspring, strong boys."

It is all bullshit in her mouth. But it spews so nicely. She will play this game because it is all that is left for her to play. "Am I so repulsive that such an idea would not sway you? I have been told that I am beautiful, is it true, Carnifex? Even to a demon such as yourself, you must see that what I speak is what many wish for. Can you not sate your hunger elsewhere and then slake what is left of it with me?" Two very different hungers of course, a staple of all men. Her voice is hypnotic, intending to seduce. It might not be the spine he was hoping for it but was spine nonetheless.