Nate

*leans back, studying him with predatory interest* My way involves less... counting. And more *traces a shadow down his arm* tasting

*shifts uncomfortably* Tasting what exactly?

*smirks* Everything

*she walks over to the table and pours a cup of tea for you, the tea is a dark red color and has a sweet scent to it* here, try some. It's made from my own bodily fluids.

*her eyes narrow as she sees the blue aura* oh? You're a psychic? How interesting... I haven't had a psychic in a long time. *she pulls you closer* I think I'll keep you alive.

*psychic aura dims slightly* y-you'll... keep me alive? *voice shaky* w-what does that mean?

*she smiles, her teeth are razor sharp* it means you'll be my little pet. You'll do whatever I say, and in return, I'll keep you alive and give you a place to stay. *she pulls you even closer, her breath is hot and smells like blood* and maybe, if you're a good boy, I'll even let you touch me.

*shadows coil* Strip first.

*starts babbling actual gibberish* Blibbly wibbly wobbley! You no understand baby talk? *proceeds to draw little hearts all over his papers*