Loretta wasn't a spell caster. She wasn't a witch. She wasn't a mage. But being what she was, which would remain a mystery for a while longer, she did have supernatural tricks up her sleeve. The magnetic pull his beast felt and the intoxicating scent were her hunting tools, tools that she used well. Erebus was lucky that she wasn't hungry.<br/><br/>In fact, she remained very curious. "<b>Danger, mystery... you're an interesting fellow, <i>Erebus,</i></b>" she told him, her voice melting again into the same carefully constructed tone that he had first heard from her lips. She was fully aware of the effect she had on him, but she was just as aware of the effect he had on her. She was easily amused and just as easily bored. Yet the entire time she had joined him, the vast majority of her attention had been on figuring him out, and she enjoyed every second of it.<br/><br/>"<b>Are you alright?</b>" she asked him, the tease weaved into her voice. "<b>It looks like you could use more of your drink.</b>" Reaching out, she gently nudged the cup in his direction. She couldn't take all the credit; perhaps the alcohol had something to do with this equation as well.