She looked at the blood tablet curiously. She had heard of them, but was never interested in taking them. With her injury though, she was desperate for something to heal it and dull the throbbing pain. She swallowed it down. She wasn't sure what to think of the taste, but it certainly worked. She could feel it getting to work the moment it dissolved in her mouth. She might have to look into getting them for such situations in the future. It would still take a couple hours regardless to heal entirely, but it was better than stalking down another human and drinking them. Vidalia thought of going out the next night, play cat and mouse again and let him figure out where she had gone too.<br/><br/>"He was a demon," she answered his question. "Walked around looking like an average human. Well, average for a male model..." She shrugged. "I've encountered a couple Angels, barely made it out alive with those bastards. I didn't get a chance to figure out what they smelled like before they started shooting burning arrows at me." She rolled her eyes with the last bit. That was not pleasant, the burns took days to heal they were so extensive.<br/><br/>Vidalia watched his eyes roam over her again. "Are you sure? I mean, we're not all bad," she said, faking a pout. "I like playing with you too much to drink you dry. I get just as much excitement out of it as you do, so why would I kill my gaming partner?" Then an idea came to her. "It would be like Russian Roulette, we'll never know when the other will strike." She couldn't keep her own excitement from her voice and her pout became a wicked grin. "And oooh, yes actually, I am just that curious as to what lies under those clothes of yours. I am curious, you said before you never left a woman unsatisfied."<br/><br/>She shrugged when he asked to leave. "Go if you want, I won't force you to stay....This time." There would be a next time and a time after that and a time after that. She could wait. She realized her game was becoming less of evading him and leaving him clues and more about seducing him for the sake of seducing him and nothing more, or maybe to prove him wrong about his idea of not sleeping with a target. She put the hat pin down on the shelf nearest her, disarming herself and letting him have the momentary advantage. She looked him over again, discreetly, without moving her eyes so much, just absorbing the details, committing them to memory. "If you stay....hmm, could I, perhaps entice you with a game of 20 Questions?" Simple enough, they could get to know each other a little.<br/><br/>Certain enough he wasn't going to kill her at that moment, Vidalia sat down on the bed again. She leaned back and crossed her legs and waited for his answer. She let herself be more comfortable, less tense in his presence. There was still that worry in the back of her mind that he would stake her. "You could actually find out my name instead of calling me Cheri all the time," she said, not that she minded the unintentional nickname from him.