Armas smiled at her quick wits, " You are correct, there's no way that I am unable to harm you but a sacrifice? Posh, dear, I only feed on your essence in order to survive." He informed her, holding his hand out to her ad if beckoning her closer.<br/><br/>"I will show you," he motioned, cupping his hand before curling his soft fingers beneath her chin. He lowered his head  to hers and motioned to kiss her. Unfortunately she moved away, looking at Finch. Armas puckered his lips as if soured by his own game.<br/><br/>" She is not a horse. Finch is a nightmare and my familiar. I received her a long time ago." He told Anna, backing away as he walked around her to draw her attention back to him. He tried to get her to look into his eyes then, " There is no reason to feel stupid, Finch loves to play tricks. You are lucky she does not lay on you in the night and torment your dreams as her kind does. Never mind Finch, though, I want to know more about you. Why you were offered?"