<div style="text-align: center">When Valentine asked how it was different, she  shrugged with her one shoulder. "You'll spend some time in the mansion and you'll see it for yourself. You'll understand." she took the cigarette and took a long drag of smoke before she handed it back to the wolf. It has slipped her mind completely that there was a glass of wine and blood next to her, honestly, there was nothing else in her mind currently other than what was in front of her.<br/>
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She smiled in a slight devious manner when he said that a woman needs to be treated like a woman especially with the way she is looking at him. Even though they wore masks that could easily distract from looking at each other's eyes, this was different, it was like masks only made it even easier to focus on their eyes, especially now that they have some sort of privacy. She brought herself closer to him, ignorance to the world around them was fairly apparent. She made no advances, but she was close to him, her eyes fixated on him. "And how it is that I look at you, Valentine? What does my glare tell you?"​</div>