"So, what's a Devil Arm?" she asked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind one ear and arching a brow, chest plumping as she rested against her leg for support. If she wasn't trying to flirt, she was hideously good at being alluring on her own merit. The gestures certainly didn't look like mere affectations, the were smooth and relaxed. Natural.

"Dracula was real where I'm from. Elizabeth of Bathory, too. We have to watchout for a lot of urban legends, too. Bloody Mary stuff. Kids chanting names into mirrors and not realizing just what they're doin'."