[ Saya begs to differ entirely -- touch is nothing to be careful of, not with her. If he weren't tempted by her she'd be gravely insulted. Likewise, there's a compliment in the way his teeth scrape her neck, an act she's done too many times to mistake it. And she finds that she'd welcome being marked by him -- it would only last a few moments, but that's not the point. However, she will have to warn him not to swallow her blood, not for any pride or sensibilities but for fear that her ability to turn might be restored and she has no idea what it would do to him... ]
[ Saya blinks as Red Son practically leaps away from her. She startled a bit, herself; the appearance was so sudden. She didn't so much as feel a prickle of instincts, as she should have. And when she focuses, there's no heartbeat -- a shade? ]
[ ...Or possibly one of those dimensional spells. Saya decides not to take chances immediately. So she offers a low and formal curtsy to Red Son's father, or the image of him, learned from her youth living amongst French nobility in the 1800s. Respectful but certainly not intimidated. She's a Queen. ]
[ But she is looking at the giant who suddenly appeared with unusual intensity. She glances at Red Son, noting his demeanor, and takes a few steps closer to him. Observing, for now. Watching closely for anything that seems off. The black material, for instance, is noted. ]
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[ Saya blinks as Red Son practically leaps away from her. She startled a bit, herself; the appearance was so sudden. She didn't so much as feel a prickle of instincts, as she should have. And when she focuses, there's no heartbeat -- a shade? ]
[ ...Or possibly one of those dimensional spells. Saya decides not to take chances immediately. So she offers a low and formal curtsy to Red Son's father, or the image of him, learned from her youth living amongst French nobility in the 1800s. Respectful but certainly not intimidated. She's a Queen. ]
[ But she is looking at the giant who suddenly appeared with unusual intensity. She glances at Red Son, noting his demeanor, and takes a few steps closer to him. Observing, for now. Watching closely for anything that seems off. The black material, for instance, is noted. ]