<span style="color: #FF0000">FIRRAE</span><br/><br/><br/><br/>"Of course not." She turned to the waiter and ordered a prime rib, rare.<br/>"I like them...bloody." She gave her perfect smile, drinking a bit more of whiskey. It wasn't really quite her taste, She was more of a tequila girl, but what better way to connect with the white haired man in front of her. She finished of her glass when her meal came. It smelled delicious. When she cut it, the blood and juice flowed onto the plate, the meat red, almost like her eyes. She took a piece, and delicately placed it in her mouth. She chewed for a few seconds, then looked at Vashen and smiled.<br/>"Perfect."