Aleyda did not miss the look in his eyes as they narrowed in response to her words. She smirked a little and took a sip of her drink. She gathered that he disagreed with her statement, also that he misunderstood her meaning. She didn't care to correct him, though. If he was fool enough to believe that she underestimated him enough to believe that she would have killed him and walked away unscathed, then that was on him, she had no reason nor desire to set the record straight. She never underestimated an opponent, certainly not one that she could easily tell could give her a run for her money. It was highly unlikely that either of them would have survived a confrontation, and if they had, it likely wouldn't have been for long, and they probably would have wished for the quicker death that the other had received. No, she didn't underestimate him by any means. Her earlier statement should have made that much clear. He was smart not because he had simply chosen to live, but because, rather than throwing his life away meaninglessly, he had chosen the wiser path that could potentially lead to gaining a new ally, perhaps a mutually beneficial relationship, if you wish to call it that, and get out of a contract with someone who clearly had an agenda that was likely rather unpleasant for practically everyone but herself.<br/><br/>She could tell that he was reading her, too,and he knew that she was reading him, yet he didn't appear unnerved by this. He was just a human, if a particularly dangerous and intelligent one. He was right, though. She wasn't just a human, she had supernatural blood that ran through her veins. The only problem was that she didn't know what blood it was that ran through her veins, or why the vast majority of whatever traits she should have because of it lie dormant. She had strength, speed, and senses that surpassed those of a normal human but not enough to be terribly suspicious, an unusually high tolerance for alcohol and poisons, and her wounds healed only slightly faster than a healthy human. She usually passed it off because she had no answers, but perhaps this new development could give her some answers.<br/><br/>She chuckled at the question, which was actually more of a statement, that followed the slight smile that graced his lips for but a moment before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. "But of course. She sent you to kill me, and is most likely the one responsible for at least another dozen attempts on my life. Not to mention I imagine that she was involved in whatever happened to the rest of my family. There's no way I'm letting her get away with that." she smiled, "I'm not the best person to cross. I'm not terribly forgiving, and I have no tolerance for betrayal." she tossed back the rest of the liquid in her glass before refilling it. "Besides, if I don't kill her, she'll come after me again." she added to the growing list of reasons why the woman had to die. "Let's just hope I can get some answers from her before I kill her." she smiled as though it wasn't a big deal to snuff a life from existence.<br/><br/>She didn't take any pleasure in taking a life, but growing up as she had, it had become almost a routine thing, as common in her life as eating or going to work. She was a survivor, plain and simple. She was no stranger to taking a life, and she would not hesitate to do so if the situation required it, particularly if it was in defense of her own life. She did not fear death, but unlikely him, she was rather more fond of living, so she was in no hurry to hasten her demise, nor would she allow someone else to hasten it for her. She had been hunted since she was a child, so she had trained, she had grown stronger and eventually she had become the hunter rather than the hunted.<br/><br/>It was already obvious enough to her that he could hold his alcohol better than most. Most people would have been hammer and talking out of their head by now, but he wasn't. In fact, his mental state didn't seem any less acute that it had to start with. She didn't know how long that would last, but for the moment, at least, he seemed relatively unaffected by the stuff. It was highly unlikely that she would get anywhere close to drunk. She could drink the whole bottle of the liquid and still not be drunk. Alcohol had little effect on her, which could be both good and rather inconvenient, depending on the situation. She, however, had no intention of telling him this, even though it wouldn't matter even if he figure it out.<br/><br/>"To getting drunk, then." she echoed, raising her newly filled glass in toast fashion. There was, of course, the inconvenient fact that she would likely not be able to get drunk if she tried, but it wouldn't stop her from trying. She took another swig of her drink and poured him another glass when he placed the empty glass on the counter in front of her. She leaned heavily against the counter and smiled a little to herself as she observed the man across the counter over the lip of her glass.