Laika nodded. "Of course it's me dear, no one else has the same golden eyes as I do," She says sweetly. "And I have to hand it to the she-elf, very perceptive. But she's a pred too, so no quarrel with her." Laika snorts softly, highly amused. "I wasn't gaining any trust at all, respect maybe, but not trust. But then, a girl of your age is naive to things such as I." She halted, now almost towering over Max. "But what to do now? I haven't decided how to fill myself. If you were an adult, or at least a few years older, I'd perform...other<span style="font-style: italic">activities</span>." Not that it mattered to Laika, she's bedded humans a little younger then Max, she wasn't feeling up to it that day.