It was perhaps incredibly reckless for the young Were girl to be interested in a romance with the vampire man, though if there was any word that was synonymous with Edie, it was reckless. The girl was eternally chasing after a good time, wanting the thrill of a new lover, a new conquest, a new experience. No, she was certain the night would not end without her blood spilled, though the girl was positive that she could hardly bring herself to care. There was no reason that she couldn't have fun with it, no reason that it would have to end in her death. Perhaps he was an excellent lover, perhaps this one didn't have a prejudice against Weres. Or perhaps he did, and this would be the last lover she'd take. Either way, he seemed pleasant enough, and the girl hardly felt that her life was in danger by tugging him through the dance floor. After all, she hadn't agreed to go home with him yet, hadn't agreed to anything more than the desire to be seen, the desire to feel her body pressed up against his.

So when the male had offered up his hand, Edie wasted no time in dragging him to the middle of the club â€" being on the outskirts of the bodies wouldn't get them seen, no â€" and pressing her body up tight against his. She was aware of the other supernaturals in the room, their eyes on the possibly foolish Were girl who had chosen the vampire as their dance partner. Despite his hesitance, the man offered up no resistance to her movements, instead moving with her. Still, the girl could hardly resist the urge to tease him as they moved together. She wasn't surprised by his confirmation, though his hands on her hips was surprising. She responded easily by moving further against him, their bodies flush against each other as the crowd pressed around them. The music seemed to work as a drug for the Were girl, the beat of it making her even more willing to entice him.

The vampire, despite his hesitation on dancing with her, was a decent partner. Though, admittedly, he seemed to shift quickly from dancing to merely drawing her in closer. Now, she was close enough that dancing was hardly possible, the woman's movements shifting to slight sways as she looked up at the attractive male. She continued to bait him, questioning his motives for being in a club. She was hardly surprised with his answer â€" it was, after all, exactly what she had suspected it would be. Though, even she had to admit that his lips on her ear was certainly not what she had suspected. The shiver of pleasure moved through her, her head tilting to the side as he made his way down to the pale skin of her exposed neck. She reached up easily, tugging on her hair and pulling it to the opposite side so that there was nothing in the way of her neck.

Ah, yes. This evening would certainly end in the woman's blood on his fangs, though Edie was positive she didn't care in the slightest. Instead, she was eager, eager to see what the man was made of, what he would do to bed her. The lust seemed to drip in her voice as she looked up at the man, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip. "It's your turn, vampire," She spoke as she leaned in close to him, certain he would hear her over the music even if it was ear shatteringly loud. "Seduce me, and you'll get a meal out of it."