Johnnie made quick work of the lock before turning and watching as her companion shed his dinner jacket. More than anything she wanted to know what was going on in that head of his; was he, perhaps, entertaining thoughts of her? It wouldn’t be too far of a stretch, seeing as she was a succubus and he was a man plus the fact that they were currently in a secluded bedroom where she brought her other victims. Johnnie cocked her head and the corner of her mouth trembled.<br/><br/>“You said you didn’t recognize Markham in the photograph. Perhaps that’s true, but it means nothing toward whether or not you fed off him that night – from what I gather you get more than a little sozzled most nights,” the drinking gesture caused a sneer to contort her face. “Let me in those memories of yours to verify for myself – I promise I’ll be gentle.”<br/><br/>“You misunderstand me, John Roman.” She hissed, licking her lips and crossing her arms over her chest. “I enjoy it rough.”<br/><br/>No way was she going to let<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>sift through her head. Vulnerability is not her style; she may have gotten plastered before, but she still remains sharp to enemies. Besides, John Roman shouldn't be trusted. “I’m afraid my memories are not for display. Perhaps you should try another doll, I’m sure they will be more willing to oblige.”