Amalia
Horns does pique her interest again, and Amalia's expression regains its curiosity, though not without some wariness. "Horns?" she repeats, clearly convinced this will be another sex joke. But if not, well... Amalia has never know anyone with horns before.
He asks about eating, and the girl doesn't meet his eyes. "Well... You don't eat anymore. Or you don't have to." Spinning her cup of tea between her fingers, Amalia stares down into it. Usually she tries to avoid thinking too hard about Ascended and their fluids. "But you have... Fluid, instead of blood. And you'll have to, um, get more. At some point."
He asks about eating, and the girl doesn't meet his eyes. "Well... You don't eat anymore. Or you don't have to." Spinning her cup of tea between her fingers, Amalia stares down into it. Usually she tries to avoid thinking too hard about Ascended and their fluids. "But you have... Fluid, instead of blood. And you'll have to, um, get more. At some point."
