"So long as my sins do not outweigh my virtues, I think I can cope with what comes after my life here is over, Deader." This time she was unable to ignore their conversation, as she was part of their subject, and quite painfully so. She didn't immediately look up, finishing what she was working on, before her eyes roved over the two as if she were seeing through them. She placed her charcoal down to reach for her glass, taking a long and silent sip of the alcohol, it's bite making her throat burn and her lips peel over her teeth, giving her the look of a wolf snarling before she cleared her throat, "Plus, I just don't like how blood tastes."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>