Drakari leaned back bracing his arms on the counter and drank deeply another time. His eyes alight with passion and interest. He could see she was thinking, but he wasn't interested in following paths of logic. He was drunk. Plain and simple and the bottle was empty. Oh well. His face didn't show anything. It never did. He was watching her. Interest evident in his gaze. She was hot, and she was powerful. She had stood up to him rather then cower in fear. He liked strong women.<br/><br/>"It would be foolish indeed," he said he'd managed to push away all the pain that had lingered in his mind with the now empty bottle of fire. He contemplated asking for more but figured he really shouldn't drink himself stupid on top of drunk. He let his mind wander over the details he knew. "she's rich, has power, protection, but she's not on a supernatural stage. It's said she tried to have every supernatural burned or assassinated a few years back, but their like cockroaches. Impossible to kill." He didn't mean they were immortal or anything of the sort merely that there was always more of them to surface. Kill one coven, another rises from the ashes of the first.<br/><br/>He regarded her slowly. Steadily and considered what else he knew about the woman, "she has a large army at her disposal. Their well trained, but they are not trained at my level. They are trained as bodyguards and security forces for her company and home..." he trailed off thinking. "She fears something," he said again softly. "It is more like she is raising an army to defeat the supernatural world running alongside her own, but no matter how much firepower she throws they live on. More rise up, she looses a lot of people in her war, but she doesn't care." he stopped. He thought for a moment then went on, "this is personal."<br/><br/>Personal wars were the worst kind to fight against. Mostly because the individual didn't care how much money, power or people they threw at their war it would never be enough. "I haven't a clue what's driving her," he added softly. "we need her motivation to know how to strike," he concluded leaning back against the counter.