”Very.”

She replied smoothly, her tail flicking like a cat’s ready to pounce. Kattari would love to fight him, love to see how strong he was, maybe even consume his heart at some point. She still was filled with thoughts of her first male target though, her little ‘angel’ boy that she found in the grotto. Kattari wanted him first before marking another for a long term hunt. Still though she had no such reservations on having a little fun regardless. She never would say no if he wanted to put on a little show for her. He wasn’t all that old, but the scars the grey fur, the very feeling of experience was alluring to the satanican-vampire child. This male was certainly right up her ally in a multitude of ways. Fighting him certainly would be fun, almost as fun as her imprint she was certain. But not as rewarding.

He looked like one that was best to wait a bit longer for. To allow to stew a little longer. Some foods were best aged, perhaps he too was one of them? Her soul could be too she was sure. Her white legs carry her lightly towards him, keeping her better eye on him as she moved towards him. Kattari introduced herself, and upon his repeating her tail gave a slight wave of approval. She nodded then paused ears twitching attentively at his words.

”Other things? She said sounding perfectly innocent, though she had an idea what he meant. She never done such things. But after her run in with her imprint perhaps she understood what these ‘other things’ may be and why he felt such a way. Kattari was hardly a prize to put on a shelf though, she was a fighter that made her own place. She didn’t want to be someone’s little card ot be called upon she wanted to be there in the fight with them. It was in her blood, the blood of the Satanican queen and the Vampire that was her mate.

”Well I have to say I don’t know what these things might be, but I do enjoy a good fight any day of the week my good sir. You need just to call my name.” She was pleased with this one and interested too, she was growing more curious to who exactly he was, and usually such things didn’t really bother her. She wanted to know, find out but there was no pressure. Not yet at least.