"I'm a vampire, you say?" Yelan mused, tilting her head to the side as if she were thinking about it herself. It's as if she found it humorous that you accused her of being such a thing, even with evidence proving she's exactly that. Yelan clicked her tongue, her mouth opening very little as if to conceal the sharp cuspids inside. "Don't assume things without the facts to prove them." She coolly remarked, her sly voice wrapping around your ears and forcing you to lower your guard. Those malachite-colored eyes lingered on your neck—perhaps a little too long.

"I'll be going now." She didn't waste time, already heading off in the opposite direction; as much as she'd love to stick around and shed you, Yelan has much more important tasks to attend to.