Katherine looked to him, her pale skin growing color from her last feed. "So you are saying for me to change myself completely, that's like, beyoned lying, its way to hard for someone, or something, to do of they have been the same for over 100 years, mind you that is the only hint you are getting for what my real age is..." she warned him, pointing her hand at him. Lowering her hand, she looked at her ripped and bloody black tank top. Poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue she turned her head at him. "Do you got any tank tops, preferably black?" she asked him. "I could just always go out and steal one you know... Or I could walk around like this..." she gestured to herself and her tanktop in her hand in a teasing way.