Kray looks up at the moon. Yeah, she supposes you could certainly do worse in venue. Do worse for a night. Do worse for a curse. Really, things havenít turned out nearly as bad as they ought to have done.
Kissing isnít really a thing in her old clan. Itís more of a local humanoid thing. Eswil was one of the first-no that doesnít count that much; it was rather chaste. She wonít count Rassa. There was nothing real with that witch. And now some magic stranger wants to be be next? Sure.
She supposes she could certainly do worse there, too.