Luna sniffed the succubus the second she stepped in, her hackles raising as the beast in her started to take over to protect her... it's harder to seduce a mountain of fur and attitude... it had taken her a while to be able to use such fine control without shifting on the spot, her silver eyes narrowed and the left side of her lips curled into a snarl as she lets out a soft growl, not even noticing the query on her brilliant sketch of the New York skyline, circa 1800s. As the creature sat near her, she kept growling softly, knowing how damn deadly that aura could be. Unfortunately as the teacher came in and battered the desk, her sensitive Werewolf ears rang, letting loose a deep growl, a warning that further attack on her aural faculties would result in harsh, brutal retaliation.