[She listens, alternating from not quite meeting his gaze and staring down at her cup. It's tempting. Of course, it is. But she's scared of it too. People close to her had an uncanny habit of ending up dead, for one thing. For a second thing, living and travelling with a group would make it harder and harder to hide what she was and what she hunted.
Her coffee's getting cold. For something to do and delay an answer, she moves over to the carafe to fill it up with some of the still-warm liquid. She'll need to say something.] Sounds nice. [She clasps her cup with both hands, tapping the side with a finger.] What's the catch? [Surely there was one? Outside of the dangers she brought along with her already.]
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Her coffee's getting cold. For something to do and delay an answer, she moves over to the carafe to fill it up with some of the still-warm liquid. She'll need to say something.] Sounds nice. [She clasps her cup with both hands, tapping the side with a finger.] What's the catch? [Surely there was one? Outside of the dangers she brought along with her already.]