The monster of a man was more romantic than he appeared. As he carefully described what scents meant to him, she found her smile growing as did her intrigue. "<b>You are quite the work of art yourself,</b>" she commented, noting out loud that he was just as complex as she was. Her omission of a single word did make her sentence sound quite sweet though, just like a flattering compliment.<br/><br/>As the quiet chatter around her hushed at the announcement of the performers, it was Loretta's turn to lean into Erebus. "<b>Trust me darling, you do not want to gaze into my artist's heart,</b>" she told him in a whisper, darkness evident in her tone. It contrasted sharply against the devious smirk that made her hazel eyes look much more predatory than they did a second ago. Before leaning away though, she added with much more lighthearted playfulness, "<b>But you are more than welcome to indulge in the art yourself.</b>" She gave him a wink before pulling away and focusing her attention on the stage.