The old woman arched a brow when he got up and slammed the table. When he dared her to try to kill him a soft laugh escaped her, to the point where she had to stop eating her food so she could compose herself again. There was a part of her that wanted to take him up on that offer, â€œBe careful what you wish for, my friend,â€ her words were filled with that same sense of challenge, more than willing to take him up on his dare. It would be so easy for her to snap his scrawny little neck. Her power went beyond anything any human could ever imagine, though admittedly she was getting older and was not as strong as she use to be. His ignorance was extremely amusing and in her mind she was slowly beginning to take back that he was a waste of her time.<br/><br/>Greedyâ€¦ defensive, not just defensive but temperamental as well, volatile, this might prove to be interesting after all.<br/><br/>â€œTo say that I brought you here because youâ€™re dead, you wouldnâ€™t be too far off.â€ She continued. Her composure seemed to return to her just like that. It was almost as if she had never laughed to begin with. The old woman was still testing this man; she wanted to see just how far she could push him before he made a move and tried to kill her. Something told her in the back of her mind that he was more than willing to kill someone who rubbed him the wrong way. Knowing she had already accomplished just that made this a lot easier. â€œYou are dead, as dead as dead can be, but if you want to think this is something made up from your thoughts I will take you up on your little offer and prove you wrong.â€ She flashed another smile at him and chuckled softly.<br/><br/>The smile lingered a bit when she thought of something she could say to tease him a little more, â€œIt is possible that I have already dismembered you. What do you think was in that meat you ate?â€ She herself had no problems eating human flesh. How her friend would take to the thought, she was curious to see. She was expecting him to freak out since that was the typical human reaction but that did not deter her curiosity. Some were stronger than others. Gesturing towards a jar on the kitchen counter that had a rag thrown over it, â€œI could very well have placed your eye balls in that jar sitting over there. Maybe thatâ€™s why youâ€™re still so blindâ€¦â€ She threw that bit at the end there for the sole purpose of poking at him some more. â€œItâ€™s not like anyone would miss your miserable existence, right?â€<br/><br/>When she stood up and threw her plate in the sink the atmosphere in the room seemed to change just then. It seemed to go from somewhat normal to very oppressive from the influence supernatural energy when she met his gaze. The old woman was slowly coming on the verge of showing her true form. She was not expecting him to be able to handle her true form, assuming could even feel that preternatural presence at all, some humans were more sensitive to preternatural creatures such as her than others.  At the very least she would give him something to write about either way; though it would be a shame she really would have to kill him if he tried to write about her.