Tatiana's lashes lowered demurely, a coy smile flitting about her full lips as she affected an air of youthful naivety that had long since been shed. Waiting a beat, then another, she then lifted her gaze to the male just across the way from where she stood with her husband and sister—though at this point she'd been introduced only as a family relation—and her smile grew a tad more bold, seeking to empower the young man. He could have been no more than 20, sporting a slim, wiry build that had not yet filled out to match the set of broad shoulders that filled his coat. Yet, despite his good looks, it was the pure innocence that radiated from him that drew Tatiana like a beacon. So when he returned her smile, playing to her tune quite beautifully, something inside her uncoiled, awakened at the possibility of such pretty and eager prey.<br/><br/>It would be so deliciously easy to hook him and reel him in to be devoured. They had been at the party no more than 10 minutes before he'd first spotted her and with the way his gaze boldly caressed her features after such minimal time he would come most willingly into her embrace, of that she was sure. Of course, knowing her husband as she did she'd likely not be allowed to pursue her hunt but she couldn't resist toying with him at least a little. Tatiana did have a penchant for playing with her food.<br/><br/>Miming a giggle, she turned from the young man then as if recalling proper behavior, wondering idly if he might try for an introduction at some point. As she did she allowed her attention to return to the tall and commandingly handsome man beside her who held both her heart and her life in his hands. There were times when the gypsy utterly resented the restraints put on her but even when she wanted to claw his eyes out in frustration, she loved her husband dearly. It was that love that tethered her more surely than any command he could give, Keeping her at his side throughout the ups and downs. Still, it did not mean she didn't sometimes test his patience.<br/><br/>Her actions thus far were not a result of any sort of tantrum but rather a symptom her her typically passionate nature. It was no more nor no less than she had done at any other public function they might have attended under the guise of cousins. In some ways, while it might cause a slight bit of gossip, it did help protect the the believability of their cover for her to appear as though she might indeed be in the market for a suitor.<br/><br/>Tall and slim with enticing curves packaged well in a gown of rich sapphire blue, Tatiana and her Roma heritage were a fitting complement to Dracula and provided a lovely contrast to Elisabet's pale Scottish beauty. Any man would be lucky to have such a bounty, and indeed there were many a gent who cast somewhat envious glances their way, yet one look at her lover's expression said clearly there was another he coveted. Perhaps in another age she might have wasted time with pointless jealousy but after more than two centuries she grown quite accustomed to his appetites. More curious than anything, Tatiana merely shifted so that she could spot who it was he sought to claim while her sister split off from them to gather information and perhaps plant the seed for a proper introduction.<br/><br/>It took her absolutely no time to pinpoint the young Lady and a smile of wanton delight began to curve the edges of her lips. Lifting a hand to shield her speech, she spoke not above a murmur but knew he would hear. “Oh she is darling, my love.” Her voice was a low purr, heavy with the tones of her homeland. "I do hope she likes to play." Lust danced mischievously in her dark gaze as she looked up at him but she said no more than that. Her husband well knew her own appetites by now, further words were simply not necessary.