Seraph ignored the wreck that was Sam to the best of her ability,  the beast thing made her sick.  A creature that was seemingly completely divorced of ego,  it was miserable and she wasn’t quite sure the creature would better of alive then dead.  She took him though, as a warning.  She would have to remain strong here,  no matter what or she could be the next creature curled up this beautiful monster’s feet.  She would not allow that to come to pass,  perhaps even when it was all said and done it would be she with her boots resting on Thorn’s back.<br/><br/>The white clad predator took a seat across from thorn, crossing her long toned legs. The woman’s posturing seemed different now,  she was more relaxed the look in her eyes was far more confident and a coy little grin never seemed to leave those full red lips of hers even as she brought the glass of wine to them to sip it daintily. She would then rest the glass on the table,  making sure to lay it upon a coaster, while her long slender digits gently caressed the stem between her thumb and forefinger.<br/><br/>“Not much,  I figured if I snooped to heavily and was picked up for selling to you it would be better that I didn’t have much information on you.  Besides,  sometimes less information is more don’t you think?”  She said with a grin.<br/><br/>“What happened? Ahh, do you mean at the hospital…  its not hard to explain really.  In short,  I was bored…  I lost my ability to feel any form of rush from,  how shall we say regular activities and it seemed to be the next logical step.  There seems to be no higher form of domination then stripping away what keeps a person living,  as I’m sure you’ve already discovered.”