A tilt of her head. "God. Damnation. These words mean nothing..."

That look, that stance she recognizes well. A more sensual smile dances on her lips. He knows how to play the game. And Mother Night, but he sends off waves that say he's good at it.

A definite purr, familiar ground. "Well, sugar, there's a problem in that there doesn't seem to be anyone here to perform the introductions. We might just have to manage them all by ourselves."