That petite smile on her lips was beautiful. The brown secui still knew not what to think of her. Despite the overall uncertainty that was tied to that lovely black mistress, he could not help but think of her as a possible drug that was determined to get him into trouble. He had misjudged Firefly in the past. He had believed the bitch had been worthy of something more than merely pleasure, but she had proved him wrong and announced her worthlessness loudly and violently. Now. Haku knew his own limitations better than he had done, but this woman had not asked for anything. Already she knew his freshest crime and had been willing to sacrifice the truth for him. It meant something. She had called on him and now he was here. He never gladly followed the hand holding the bone, but this was his free will guiding him to her once again. Now as an adult, he could better judge the woman. She did not beat around the bush. She seemed to wear no masks in his presence. Or perhaps she merely played him as well as anyone. If this was the case; kudos to her.
The demon nodded at her comment. He had always been a fast healer, and though the wound could still ache if he turned his neck in an unfortunate manner, it had healed very nicely. The blood loss had forced him to lower his profile and rest day in and day out for a little while. A delicate and rarely sincere smile graced his lips. A surprise she said? Her lonely claw left a soft ache in him wherever it touched. This woman was playing a dangerous game. He loved it. ”How considerate of you.” He purred, honestly wondering what the surprise would be. He did not know the woman well at all, but he had a feeling it would not be anything of the ordinary. His lips slightly lifted to reveal his sharp fangs when his mind drifted to her touch again, wanting blood to fuse black and chocolate together in something no short of eternal. A low rumble caressed his throat and the pleasant feeling of that this was right. They were right.