Sayuri shivered lightly at the feeling of his claws dragging along her skin, her opalescent eyes moving to his. "Heh.. Wouldn't you enjoy rendering flesh at your own pace with your goal reached.. imagine the power you could gain.. the strength. You could leave your humanity behind forever and reach greatness with us. All we ask is that you do what you do best.."<br/><br/>Gently she stepped back, casting her eyes to his sword then back to his eyes once more. "The sword of your father will be unharmed, just enhanced to a greater liking of your own. But if you wish to penetrate me with it, it would not help you. I do not have a soul, and never will again. You would only serve in wounding another immortal... though it would be interesting to see if I could actually die from such a thing."<br/><br/>"And I am not so easy to subdue Okami... I have a mean fighting streak. If you think you can make me submit, then by all means, you are free to try." She purred, flashing him a mischievous grin. Her eyes flared with excitement , the thrill of a challenge. She so enjoyed a good challenge and if he was as strong as he claimed, she would only find it that much more thrilling.