Pearl listened to Jack while pretending she was not. Of course, it was silly to think she wasn't listening, but even still her eyes wondered the cave walls, perhaps looking for a weakness to them? Alas, the only way out seemed to be the way that Jack had blockaded.<br/><br/>He<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>right, much to Pearl's irritation. Once her former master was dead, her means of survival would dwindle away. It<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>an inconvenience. Yes, Pearl could survive off of one person, but that person needed food and shelter. Surely when her former master died, people would investigate. He was an extremely wealthy and powerful man.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">*We make deal*</span>" Perhaps her temporary use of English would disarm him. "You let me go.." Pearl continued in Latin, "and I will help you off this island." On mainland, wherever that was, Pearl could feed to her heart's content. She wouldn't need to rely on others. Of course, Pearl didn't know what to expect mainland, so she didn't worry about modern day technology or hazards. She was blissfully ignorant.<br/><br/>"I simply want to kill maste- him..." Both hands reached for the collar that was not there, "before we leave." Oh, it would be such a wonderful feeling to overpower the man that had held her captive for so long. Pearl's hands balled into fists, as if she were imagining his throat being crushed in her grasp. She could hear him struggling to breath beneath a crushed windpipe and her wicked grin returned.<br/><br/>"I would need to collect a few prisoners for the journey." Pearl would get thirsty as they drifted along the sea. "Unless you're willing to-" Her hand came to rest upon the crook of her neck and she rolled her eyes in Jack's direction. "I won't kill you. I can feed without killing." Her memories flickered to her a rather salacious memory. One that involved feeding in exchange for pleasure. It had been a lucrative business. Pearl never went hungry and her customers always left just as satisfied as she did.<br/><br/>Perhaps he did not believe her to be a vampyr. It didn't really matter, it would just make it easier if he did. Pearl plucked at the red shift she wore, smoothed it along her waist, repositioned a strap that had fallen. She was trying to draw his attention and feed from the desire his body must be experiencing. Though true, Vampyr's held similar feelings and could enjoy the carnality of sex, the desire for it was not so strong, but once initiated, a vampyr felt the rewards much more than a mortal did. Which was why Pearl hadn't felt a desire sate such passions with her victims: they hadn't awakened<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>kind of hunger within her.