[He's really fighting it, she thinks. Normally... normally, she would back off. Be kind. But God, she's so—]

I don't like to fight. [That's almost a pout, honestly.] and, if you don't care about them, you shouldn't insult their intellects. I don't bite without permission either.

[Her fingers lift and she thinks she can hear them creak faintly. Hungry, she supposes, but that's not the hunger driving her right now. The will to bite, the will for more than her share of blood, is easy to ignore.]

And I could have made you an unsuspecting idiot, you know? If I wanted to. I'm not hungry for that. [that hand comes to rest on her chest, as if she's hurt by the accusation.]

I'm Lilja, if that helps.

[It probably doesn't, but shh.]