And then the mutt dared to address her. Interrupting her conversation with Draken. Winking like she would actually take it as a sign of appreciation. She did not.<br/><br/>Replying with a low, feminine chuckle that could freeze Draken's blood in his veins, Alexandra honored him with a glance. "Quite so." she answered with half a grin, revealing her fangs. "There is more 'beast' than woman, but don't take vampires lightly, packing them together with whatever mindless corpses you play with most of the time. " she didn't sound upset, but sarcastic, her vampire pride pouring out through her velvet voice with each word.<br/>"We are also more than human. The lowest of us is better than the best of you in anything. And I am not talking about halfbreeds or ghouls. The genuine vampire, which comes by so rarely."<br/>There was an edge of melancholy in those last words.<br/>"We are on top of the food chain, my dear. Precisely because we control the inner beast so well."<br/><br/>Her eyes shifted to Puternic as he held the fragile naiad on his lap, the scent of carnal desire engulfing them both with ease. She liked the sweet girl for the exotic nature of her kind and looked upon the werewolf's raw masculinity with a benevolent eye. It appealed to her as much as his rudeness did not.<br/><br/>Alexandra gazed into Nerida's eyes, glamouring her. The intention was to make her jump from his lap and approach her with the same desire of being touched or kissed by the vampiress, if not heightened. The results depended solely on Nerida's inner strength and wanton as much as it did on Puternic's grip and hold on her body.