Lex was taken with wandering as usual. It wasn't that she didn't have anywhere to be, but as it was, she found life more interesting outside the confines of her lair.<br/><br/>It was while she was wandering that a strange attraction caught her, it was different, from usual, not her normal sense of a nearby fit and interesting human, but an entirely different one. It was something she recognized, from her younger life, the scent of easy prey. She'd thought herself long past having the taste for anything less than an exemplary human. Her intrigue drove her closer.<br/><br/>His words, sounding as though they were spoken in full voice to her ears, made her giggle, a very disgraceful sound for an elder to make she was sure, but then her sensibilities had never been like the European or American elders.<br/><br/>"Right here," she said, as her incredible vampiric speed carried her into view on the street. She was long past having any fear, after all, there was no injury except death from which she could not recover given enough time, and she doubted any mortal capable of defeating her would be doing less than killing her outright anyway.<br/><br/>"You don't match your...scent," she said, "but I must say, the difference is pleasant."<br/><br/>She laughed, appearing to flit across the street to sit down on a nearby bench. She wasn't hungry, her body was still slightly warm from her last feeding, this man, Mage likely, was a curiousity, for the time being.