Go for broke...

"So, how would you describe yourself?" Bonnie asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Uhm, I dunno, about average?" Wardell answered with a nervous voice. Wait, was he shaking? Ketsueki had never seen a male so petrified of a woman before. It wasn't like she was asking him anything scary.

"How about your hair, what color would YOU say it is?" Ketsueki asked, pulling a folded blank piece of paper out of her pocket and glancing at it as if she was studying it. He was still hooked, and she could feel the flashes of lust through him. No wonder the guy was shaking, it must have been **** to have that kind of drive running through him.

"Uh... uhm... I uh... I guess, kinda brown, with blonde when I'm in the sun..." Wardell answered again, nervously playing with his fork. Ketsueki had to admit that for somebody who wasn't interested in her, he was doing an awful job of playing it cool.

"And your eyes..." Bonnie smiled, looking into his deeply. Ketsueki felt a flash of anger at the vampiress' forward behavior toward HER future mate, but calmed as she felt the pulsing lust energy flowing stronger as she did so. So close, so much of it.

"...Grey..." He breathed out softly, staring right back into Bonnie's eyes. He was shaking, terrified. He had to know what his body craved, had to know what it wanted. Ketsueki ached for those words.

"So... did you write the letter, Wardell?" She asked, waiting to for the lie that she ached for.

"No." He replied, "But whoever did sounds like a great guy."

Ketsueki's heart fell as he continued to slowly eat. She tried again to start up the conversation, but Wardell seemed disinterested. The energy was still there though, taunting her, pestering her. She ached to just take it, and she could feel the flush and the hunger for him in her belly.

Finally he finished, and with a smile and polite farewell, he left. Ketsueki felt her eyes drawn to the cotton fabric of his pants, and her hands ached to clench those powerful muscles and pull them against her over and over again. All she would have to do is...

She bit back the thought before it fully manifested. It was getting harder and harder to resist, this need to take, this need to have. The fact that he had rejected her despite his... it was so obvious that he had wanted her, why would he reject her? The anger began to grow as he vanished from sight around a corner, heading towards the theater.

"Well, so much for that plan..." Bonnie smiled. "I could have told you it wouldn't work, but that was incredibly fun to watch."

"I... Well what Do YOU think we should do?" Ketsueki blurted, a frustrated expression on her face.

"Oh we now, is it? Are you saying that you're willing to share him? Because if you are, I can think of a lot of ways we can make certain he is yours." Bonnie grinned with a predatory hunger.