There was a pause, a subtle catch of her breath along her tongue. Within their sea of blood, pupils dilated, and that burning gaze would turn to fall upon the reaper in question. It was a look of intrigue twisted up into an expression of wrath. Her cherry painted lips pulled slowly over the pearly white of her teeth, flashing the incisors dangerously. Beautiful— but dangerously.

              “Is that so?“ The smooth velvet dripped off her lips in a seductive purr. The lady shifted her weight, drawing herself closer to the shinigami in question. The domina’s fingers lifted to brace upon his chest as she leaned in to whisper. ”…and how, my darling death, do you plan on charming me to stay at your side?”