Eliza calmed down, smiling as Edna offered to become her consort.  "I am of the Gangrel clan, we have a natural kinship with animals and are capable of shapeshifting.  Unfortunately, the beast is a lot stronger in us, and we live every day as if we had a dog barking in our ears telling us to fight, fuck, and feed.  I can never concentrate for long, not without getting hungry."  Eliza shifted herself closer to Edna, quivering a bit as she tried to bring herself in contact with the other girl.<br/><br/>"Raiden's going to be bringing Edward over soon.  The Prince considers the boy a valuable asset, but he's even dumber than I am.  He's a Daeva, a beautiful vampire with great speed and strength, but a lack of ability to control his passionate impulses.  If you let me free, I could intimidate him into embracing you."  She offered, as her eyes turned to the keys to her restrants that Raiden had left in plain sight.  His attempted murder would not go unnoticed by the Prince, Eliza took comfort in that much at least, even if his Seneschal was selling her soul to a mere human.<br/><br/>Eliza's eyes misted over as she again looked Edna in the eyes, her expression much like that of a dog begging to be petted.  "The Prince is a Ventrue, a vampire with the ability to sway the minds of men and beasts alike.  Their minds aren't quite right, they have a good deal more paranoia than other vampires, and I have heard that some of them go completely mad.  He might be willing to embrace you, but he'd most likely only do so as a personal favor to me.  I'm a little afraid to let him know exactly why I'm seeking a consort too."  She admitted, heating up as her heart began to beat and she entered the full flush of female beauty.<br/><br/>"I raise dogs for a living, monstrous, powerful dogs almost as large as wolves.  Larger, on request.  I kind of like dogs a lot more than humans, understand them a lot better.  I just look at people and see prey, and food."  Eliza again looked at her companion with those needy eyes, a bit of sweat forming on her brow as the blood between her legs receded and was replaced with a more normal wetness.  "I need someone to help me keep my humanity, someone to smack me with a newspaper and shout "Bad Dog!"  Someone who I can deal tenderly with, who's not furry and snouted."  She moaned, her entire body feeling an intense need to have a personal relationship with Edna, rather than just a political one.