She counted his reaction as a victory. The complicated, man looking at her from across the table wanted to try something besides his work for long enough to get somewhere. Not that she didn't assume part of him thought like a man. There were the diehards that literally lost all that was sexual in them and the ones who pretended and fought. The fact she was here at all was plenty telling.

"All the more reason to get a little practice."

The familiarity of what he says should be vaguely upsetting. 'Seelie' manages to bring something close to a sneer. Some things are too deeply ingrained to be forgotten. Besides, she's entirely certain that light, heat, and life can be just as or more cruel than the things he's mentioned. A vague instinct of the things that can be done to someone who is not allowed to die makes death seem like a kindness. But she doesn't feel the need to explain that at the moment. Instead her expression becomes calm and thoughtful.

"It seems quite fortunate that you and I are going to see exactly what I'm capable of, then."