She offered up a faint, barely heard noise, part growl, part whine, as his teeth scraped against her lips so briefly.  Oh yes, she already felt the hunger building within her.  And she was going to savor this.<br/><br/>Mike continued with her meal as Daedric excused himself.  When he returned, she smiled up at him.  So, he'd used poison.  Very good.  And he seemed so very proud of himself.  Part of her wanted to tell him he'd just sentanced an innocent man to death.  But she didn't.  That she might save for later, just as he was about to cum.<br/><br/>"I'm warm." she said softly, that certain look in her eyes.  "Perhaps we should skip dessert, hmm?"<br/><br/>She reached her foot forward, beneath the table, stroking Daedric's inner thigh with the toe of her shoe.  The meaning could not be mistaken, especially accompanied by the blatant lust in her eyes.  Were they in a less classy location, she'd stand, throw him on the table and have her way with him.  As they were acting the parts of respectable people, she would have to wait.<br/><br/>Mike dropped her foot back to the floor, sipping from her wine.  Only when the man behind her began to wheeze, then choke, and his companion jumped from the table, calling for help, did Mike's smile drift ever closer to that of the devil inside.<br/><br/>She turned, then rose from her table and moved to Daedric's side, putting her arm around him.  Her voice sounded nervous and scared as she looked to the older man and his companion.  As waitstaff and other guests rushed in, Mike gripped Daedric as if she were afraid to move lest she catch whatever the dying man had.<br/><br/>"He's.... he's going to be okay, isn't he?  Was... was it something... oh god..." shock entered her voice and Mike looked as if she were only a few seconds from hysteria.  "Was it something he ate?"<br/><br/>Nails raking outward frantically, she grasped the arm of the nearest waiter.  "What did he eat?  What are you serving your guests?"<br/><br/>There was accusation and fear in her tone.