He was completely childish.  She shook her head, watching him with those dark eyes.  What a strange creature.  She shifted her weapon though, her head tilted some.  Her lips were set in a firm pout.  A dark breeze blew, blowing her hair around, and behind her.<br/><br/>She listened to him quietly, an eyebrow raised, looking him over.  A hottie?  He was so concieted and because of that she shook her head again.  It was forever ago that she had been human, but the emotions weren't quite gone yet.  She shifted again, moving around him.<br/><br/>She immeaditely went to move back, but she wasn't quick enough.  His lips pressed to hers and she went to swing her scythe at him, like he was a fly, an annoyance.  She rubbed her lips on the back of her hand and glared at him.<br/><br/>"I assure you there can be harm done in 'playing with Death',"  she told him through gritted teeth  "Please don't press your luck."