The smile she gave in response was almost feral... canine. Her true nature was definitely beginning to show. Other than that smile, however, none of her features or mannerisms changed. Regardless of her growing need to leap into the hunt, she was perfectly in control. She reached forward to select a piece of the calamari. It looked odd to her, and she knew that calamari was only fried squid. She wasn't at all used to the sort of food that this man seemed to expose himself to. Her palate was decidedly less refined, but she tried it nonetheless. The sauce seemed odd. She never would have considered dipping seafood in a tomato-based sauce, but when she popped the small morsel into her mouth, the flavor was... she supposed a good word might have been pleasing.<br/><br/>After chewing, nodding with a smile at the flavor, then swallowing, she responded to his question.<br/><br/>"I would imagine you will find the assistance I need from you to be rather significantly outside the realm of possibilities you have yet considered. If I am not mistaken in my predictions, you kept an apartment for his use while he was in your employ, correct? I will need access to it. Did you seal off access to it when you terminated the... 'contract'?"<br/><br/>As she spoke, she felt part of her attention shift from him, to sweep around the room. Something had changed, but she couldn't tell what it was. Something in the varying scents of the men around her. She made a deliberate, concentrated effort to take in a discreet breath through her nose, exercising years of practice in making the act unnoticeable.<br/><br/>Yes. There was fear in their scents now. Almost all of them. Something was alarming them more than it had been moments ago. She couldn't allow herself to dwell on it, but simply filed the observation away for later consideration. After all, it was very likely that she was mistaken. It could very well be possible that they had been this scared of her this entire time, and she didn't notice because it was so common.<br/><br/>Of course, the man before her was the same, unchanged. His scent was just as masked by the smell of new fabric, the horrid stench of something chemical... some sort of synthetic scent. The word for it may have been perfume, but she wasn't sure. Either way, he smelled like a non-living model of a human being on the surface. It was only when she focused on the underlying scent that she could label him more accurately. He had the scent of something raw, animal, and calculating. It was unlike anything she'd ever come across. And he was smart. Of that she was certain. Dangerously smart, even...<br/><br/>This was a man who she would have liked to spend some time hunting. When she hunted, she preferred to dive into the lives of her prey, pick apart their actions to see into their minds. This man would have made excellent prey.<br/><br/>Hoping none of this had flickered in her eyes or expression, she took another piece of the tiny bits of fried squid, politely remaining silent to avoid interrupting his answer.