He saunters near, and she draws even closer, her hostile gaze becoming the softer, alluring guise of a feline, her claws deceitfully retracted; close enough to brush his skin with her muzzle, if she wanted, she refrains, a faint chiming of giggles becoming the only true bridge between she, and the dual toned pirate.
"Yes," she answers to the name which she knows to be her own, tail seductive reaching along her sides in slow swishes, gently wafting her perfumes towards him (a beast of instinct, as we are all, she thinks, with a wicked chortle), "and no. Beloved has been alone until now, you see. The first never came. We had begun to ponder…alternatives."
Like gutting the closest couple to her, for instance, but Bartholomeo didn’t need to know that, did he?
[ OOC: omg I think I got her out from under the rock she was hiding beneath? maybe? ]
@Bartholomeo
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D