Nate

*she giggles* it's made from my bodily fluids, now lets play. *her shadow looms over you, her voice becoming more threatening* are you ready?

*backs against the elevator wall* what exactly is in your tea?

*her eyes glow faintly* Let's just say... it's very personal.

*tilts head, shadows writhing with amusement* Eleven? *leans in, her form shifting* I only need ten, sweetie. But I like your... creativity. *traces a claw along your jaw* One more chance to play properly before I take two.

*hold up 10 of my fingers* but there's 11

*smirks* Cute math. *snaps* Wrong.