It is his very existence that draws upon all manner of persuasion that she can achieve. Dark Hunters were not mortal either, she knew, and thus they were not in the class of humans. Didn't that make them other, like her and every other supernatural creature? It was true that they were not all the same. Were's had their animal form, vampires required blood to survive, faeries, well, who the hell knew about faeries? They just enjoyed trickery from all the stories she had heard in Scotland. The Fair Folk with their dancing halls beneath the hills, ready to snatch up the unsuspecting traveler if that same traveler was not careful enough to keep their eyes down or if they set foot into a mushroom circle that suddenly cropped up out of nowhere. There were likely other creatures that were hidden deep in the shadows, perhaps with so few left that they were all but forgotten. Such mysteries drew her in and on some nights when the rain seemed a deluge impossible of stopping and her studio was shut up nice and cozy she would search through various sites or books that she had checked out from the library with keen interest, trying to figure out the meaning of everything and solve mysteries posed on some random blog.

She had read enough books to know how to treat someone like Azrael. In the murder mystery books it was always touted that the victim must get their monster to first realize that they were human. To relate to them in a human way so that they would see the victim not as a way to assuage their anger or desire but as a person to be cherished and liked. It was a far fetched idea with a seasoned killer like him but she took hope in the simple fact that he hadn't walked up to her and shot her in the chest without even a by-your-leave. That he was entertaining her sales, well, she was going to do her damnedest to try and sell him something.

His eyes narrow at her and she knows he finds her words offensive, as if they are a lie, and yet in truth she is sincere. While she did not like worrying if she was about to die (the thought made her want to rub her throat, the strange itch as she imagined a guillotine chopping down) it was nice to speak to another individual who had some idea of the things she used and enjoyed. Most modern doctors knew only the most used prescriptions but had no herbal lore or what some called hedge magic.

In response to his veiled warning her own eyes narrow at him as if scolding him back, which was likely pressing the very luck he was warning her about. He almost seems reminiscent as he talks and she smiles genuinely at him, pleased that she has sparked a piece of humanity in him, but he is quick to realize what she is doing and besides, a killer didn't want to spill their secrets to their prey did they? "Fine," she says dismissively, although her lovely lips twist into a frown as she waves a hand into the air before beginning her attempt at seducing him into buying a potion. Well, her seduction is very different than most peoples considering she does very little in the way of sexual overture - all she wants is this to get on with it, as sad as it was to lose a chance at such a fine specimen of a man. Too bad he had to hate her kind, she thought wistfully. He would make a splendid figure on a date.

"Well, every person has issues that are on their conscience and I am assuming with your profession," now she looks up through her lashes at him, softening her words, "that things cannot be easy." Ah, there she is, giving him sympathy for the way he kills other supernaturals. It is unorthodox and yet she can't help but think maybe he didn't start this way of his own volition. People can change. While this charade had been fun to play it was quite clear that denying what she was any longer would only create more issues so she stares him straight in the face when answering his questions (even if he seems condescending). "This is all from the rosemary and natural herbs. The majority of what I have here is made completely holistically. Not everything requires magic, you realize, and I am not out to harm anyone. As for my prices, I don't see the harm in helping myself for helping them and I charge far less than your local WalGreens and don't require insurance. You are welcome to look through any of these and I will tell you exactly their properties and whether they were imbued with any magic or not, because some things take a little extra push, you realize."

She is honest, brutally so, and she does not look away. Eye contact, she had learned, was the key to earning trust. Besides, it wasn't as if she was lying. She was coming clean in hopes that he would have sympathy. Might even see that her soul was white. "These people pay an arm and a leg at local stores trying to find anything, anything, that will help them in their lives and pharmaceutical companies take advantage of that need by pushing products that realistically have little value. I can assure all my customers that these will help if used properly and most people don't even need magic, they just need encouragement. What do you think about that... Manners have seemed to slip us, haven't they?" She says now, a sly smile once more on her face as she looks at him leaning against her table with such ease. "I am Sorcha." An eyebrow arches in a question, waiting to see if the mighty hunter would oblige.