<span style="font-weight: bold">Trusk</span><br/><br/>"I'd rather live," Trusk says, simply, "but if not, I'd rather die satisfied. Sexually, and with a live meal squirming in my belly," she continues. "You've survived, with this group. Maybe you can teach me how. Maybe you're worthy of being my mate, not just my meal." She shrugs, and her powerful, weapon-callused palm tenderly brushes Jules's cheek. "I won't eat you whilst I hope to live."<br/><br/>OOC: Jules can tell she's being utterly open and honest.