<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Kassandra huffed ever so slightly as he slipped his arm around her, the sharpness of his claws tingled against her flesh. A reminder of what she was dealing with. A rather vicious smirk crossed her lips, "People like me? You don't think I know? It is so amusing to watch the full show though..." She bit her lower lip with mocked lust before she focused on the way he brushed her hair from her face, the blonde strands no longer hiding her gaze from his. "Witches?" Her heart sank, she knew it wasn't going to be an easy deal, but her own kind? It made her wonder what would actually pose a threat to an old, powerful demon.<br/>
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"Care to tell me more then?" Her gaze lingered up to his as one hand trailed down along his black shirt, feeling the fabric under her rough touch. In an instant, the warmth from her was all too easy to feel. Her palm radiated with heat, enough to sear most with one touch. The fabric of his shirt began to ignite before she pulled away, looking rather playful.<br/>
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"So, who, where, why. Give me details," Even though she loved her kind, clearly she had little issue about killing them when it came to the deal.</span>