Anne smiles.  She is somewhat miffed that he hasn't reacted to either the marble or her new garb, though she is dressing more for herself than in any attempt to impress or seduce Karloff.<br/><br/>"Excellent.  I'll get his Trump, since you're probably rather tired."  She winks at him and turns away with a bit of a spin.  Along the way, she grabs the backup sword from the closet, and lays it out on a chair near the entrance to the den, should Karloff want to arm himself again.  She ducks into the kitchen and grabs a pair of apples before heading into the den.  She sets the apples down and turns to the cat.<br/><br/>"Okay Greyclaw, sorry but it's time for Amber, so I think I'd rather hold you as a blade than a cat."  She holds out her hand, and Greyclaw leaps towards her.  As he moves he transforms into a thin longsword not unlike her backup blade, landing hilt-first into her grip.  He has a dangerous shine to his edge, and it seems that the claw-shaped pommel stretches and clutches back at its pommelstone as it comes to her.  "That's okay, I was tired of being a harmless little housepet anyway."  he thinks back to her.<br/><br/>Anne gives the sword a few quick cutting motions as they both fall back into the feel of their roles, then sheathes him away and picks up an apple.  She takes a large bite as she fishes her own Trump deck from a comparment in a book shelf.  She shuffles out Random, then puts the rest of the deck away in one of the pockets of the kilt.  She looks over the card lightly, remembering making it, as she munches on the apple and waits for Karloff.