What was it that kept the heathen so entranced? It could not be said. His lack of motion soothed her rage and left her clacking her bloodied fangs in his face instead, a rather perceptible calm swept over her and she reclined and grabbed bits of her meal. Gulping them down during their interaction until nothing but the skeleton remained. A little bone-flower for her ever-growing garden of souls. Pleased beyond measure with both her lunch and her find, Jaidah simpers over and begins their possibly fatal dance. He asks his questions, though they fall on deaf midnight ears.

Skrillex accepted her touch, let her wash against him as a wave onto a rocky shore. She invades his space, nips chillingly against the skin of his throat with knives that know the taste of wolf all too well. She could carve out his carotid artery with surgical precision and devour him over the next couple of days, he would not kill again and she would be free to pursue other endeavors. His appeal to her, the way he made her feel, it was nothing short of magical. Jaidah knew him, from somewhere, though she could never place only one thought. Jade eyes of endless depth scan over his painted features, memorizing every niche and every contour with marked interest, taking time to enjoy his teasing nips and gentle caresses against her forehead. Starlit tiara tilts back, staring into those poisonous pools as if she were truly looking into the depths of his soul and devouring him from within. That he did not rebuke her claim had her questioning his sanity, the midnight beauty ever unaware of her ...condition. "Are you not well? I am from Hell. I am going to Hell, and I want you to come with me. I am you, don't you see? Though Jaidah, I may be." A giggle and a nip to his cheek is all that is given after her spiel.

Dashing beneath him, the demoniac moves fluidly to rub against his belly, nipping his fore legs and moving to the other side of him. Wondering what he tasted like, knowing she did not want to harm such a stunning reflection nor would she bring chaos to her only sense of calm, Jaidah leaps over his back and chases her tail. She is a playful thing, in truth, though only he will ever see it. This is what she gives, and her life is what she will take. Perhaps one day they will finish each other off, but Jaidah has the gall to be strong and ward off his loving death threats. It was not like her to claim anything unless she planned to eat it, perhaps this was no different, though her want to kill him may come a long time from now. He stood against her, trusted her, she would do the same until he gave her reason not to. "Mine." She says again, licking his nose and laughing madly. Do not deny her, she feels whole, take this and your life is surely forfeit. Such joy emanates from her, would he be the one to snuff that light?