The feline queen's insistent goading did not seem to rouse Isolt's temper or cause a timidness to overshadow her foolish fortitude. Nor did she acknowledge those edged words. That was a lot of nerve to ignore her so blatantly. A gamble that would have likely sparked an unforgiving reprimand. Yet to reply would simply damn the girl further into a shallow grave of her own making. There was no scenario in which the crimson-haired woman could win. Nothing could erase those sins of the past, that much was painfully clear. Risque held grudges like no other.

Even still, Risque generously listened to her progeny's claims that she had no use for those witch's apologies. Just as the she-devil had no need for Isolt's. Those unyielding eyes did not waver in their piercing intensity, not even a single ounce. A hum of consideration vibrated from well within the vampire queen's throat. "Hmm." Such a pensive sound and yet it was anything but. That less enthused sound was all she offered the girl as disinterest began to bloom dangerously within the merciless she-devil. It caused her eyes to shift to one of her hands that was once tapping against the stained wooden office table she leaned her form artfully against. Her chin turned away from her prone progeny to eye her pristine nails as if to find a blemish in the lacquer that simply did not exist upon them. All while she considered something about her progeny.

Isolt once appeared almost angelic to the outside world. Practically, almost saintly and yet how even then Risque could see beyond it. Perhaps just as she saw the rage boiling beneath the crimson-haired vampire's skin. It was the first true glimpse of what could truly exist within. But hell was not so welcoming to angels, not even false ones that crawled their way into Risque's hellish kingdom. How easy it would be to see the woman's downfall, to crush her to ruin beneath her expensive heels. Even before the ungrateful girl realized what was happening. Where was her gratitude? Even now? How selfish it was. To think as the whole world had never once said no to Isolt. That single word of 'please' perhaps was her progeny's only saving grace.

Yet as always, Risque demanded more, a forever-demanding creature that she was. She prodded the ever-entitled Isolt for more than those flimsy words that were like intangible, noncommittal whisps of putrid smoke that could not be grasped. She had enough of that childish outrage that could only fill a drop in an entire ocean. No, Risque demanded a mere taste of what that vengeance would be like. Only that would determine if she was worth her time. Or she was merely bored enough to partake in those whims she could not understand. What did Risque even have to gain? She was hardly running a charity! Was this what it was like to have children?

Risque then rose to her full height, finally giving Isolt the weight of her true attention. Her heels clicked against the polished wooden floor, crisp and severe. The very sound of it overpowering in an otherwise quiet office... so often that was the very last sound a person had before they met their end. She stood in front of her progeny, an all-consuming shadow enveloping the girl upon her knees. A single, slender finger reached and forced her chin to raise her gaze to meet her own. How she wanted to see the look within her eyes. Wanted to see the violent truth within them. She demanded nothing less.

Isolt's blue eyes rose, the shift in those shallow depths unavoidable as the gaze that had once been so self-righteous, crumbled. That threat was almost believable, her voice did not even quiver as she said exactly what Risque had been waiting for. The final word was spoken by the crimson-haired girl, only to be met with an all-out, silence that dragged and persisted for several moments. Risque merely peered downward, void of any emotion upon her beautiful porcelain face as the felines within that office shifted and moved effortlessly within the shadows. Their feline faces peered out from around her own desk, from underneath the chair. The office was alive. Some were curious if they would soon have a meal upon in which they could feast. Yet for a moment, Risque was perhaps surprised by the conviction between them and yet conviction had never been the redhead's problem.

But one thing for certain was that such volatile hatred did not occur overnight. That level of violence was not simply born, it was cultivated from a seed already within. "My, such bold words from someone so..... Inexperienced. But take that feeling, Isolt and hold it close." Risque loomed before her like a goddess of death about to deliver her judgment. Her finger that still remained beneath her chin added more pressure and forced her head back to an unpleasant angle. Until the extended strain could be felt along the front of Isolt's bared, elongated throat until she could bend no further. That sharpened tip of the talon of her freshly manicured nail that she had once priorly inspected dug into the deceptive fragile skin just so.

"I will consider accompanying you on your little witchhunt." That smooth french accent slipped free. Perhaps she was only slightly interested to see if Isolt would live up to such a lofty threat. But it was impossible to be a mind reader of the feline queen.

"Revenge is a language I speak fluently in." Her lush lips curled only slightly, yet it only portrayed a contradictory glimpse of malice and kissed by sin. "You plan on behaving, don't you." How that was designed to be a question and she spoke it void of the actual lilt. A hint of a threat laced so effortless and entirely subtle. She waited for an obedient reply before after several long moments her parted lips gave way to the words.. "Tell me everything you know about them." Ah she was not a fool enough to go anywhere without verification. "I want to know their powers, where they live, their names... any pertinent details. Surely you have more than just a will for a little revenge and murder."