The amusement never left her face, not even when he snarled at her with unapologetic menace. It probably should’ve when he flashed his extended canine at her and if not then, it should’ve when he eyed her up and down. “<b>That’s fair,</b>” she acknowledged, raising her glass to him before taking sip of her own.<br/><br/>The mead tasted strange and she never quite understood why people enjoyed such a beverage. For some reason, it didn’t affect her the same way she saw it affect others. Still, she understood the social significance of partaking in alcohol, so she drank to mimic the cultural phenomenon.<br/><br/>She wasn’t sure if his comment was meant to be threatening, but it certainly was colorful. “<b>Well that certainly is one way to do it,</b>” Loretta acknowledged thoughtfully, her head titling slightly as she thought back on all the ways she had killed others. She lingered on that thought longer than she should’ve, but when she refocused on the present, she smiled knowingly and asked, “<b>Witches are where you draw the line?</b>”