She turned around to face him, wondering if he was in ernest. It appeared not, though she didn't mind if he wasn't in any hurry.<br/><br/>She sat back down in he chair, crossing her legs.<br/><br/>"I have the look I was turned with," she said, "except for the hair, of course, but then, modern life has it's benefits..."<br/><br/>She was well aware of what her body was to mortals. Her breasts were firm and smooth, not large, but not really small either. She was completely lacking in body hair, but getting that way had only come recently, only modern hair-removal actually letting her go without hair for any length of time, given her regenerative power, which, automatic as it was, attempted to get her body back to it's exact properties, from the day she'd been turned.<br/><br/>"Experience, I have," she said, "but then I suppose you must've amassed some yourself, hmm?"<br/><br/>She had hope that he turn out to be her best mortal yet. Even if he was an almost immortal one. Still, she wondered if he'd find he wanted more than just what she gave in return for a taste of his vintage blood.<br/><br/>She was lucky to have been without a hymen, when she'd been turned, but she'd still been a virgin, and she remained just as tight and excitable, as she had been while mortal.<br/><br/>