Masculinity was, it was clear, every bit as fragile as it had always been rumored to be. A thread of finest silk to be mangled, butchered, with as little as a curt nod. It was of no surprise, truly, for Rowena had suffered the presence of men far more frequently and far longer than ever she would have presumed was personally advisable. They were all so very pathetic, a telling truth echoed in the eyes of her counterpart as the word itself reaches forth with stinging barbs to prod him. Whimpering children bearing the guises of men. "I wouldn't have to be 'rude' if you weren't being such a bloody prat," she lilted, curls of fine white smoke slithering sensuously from betwixt her perfectly arched lips.

The blonde matron listens in the most irritatingly casual manner to the woeful tale of her compatriot, his worry for the sanctity of their species far eclipsing her own, it would seem, as nary does a touch of irritation mar her features at the mention of the Witchery's misguided barrage. It had been a matter swiftly and diligently handled, seen to by the barbaric nymph herself, her assets fortified and her own conniving plan set into motion... bereft the myriad nuisances inherent in something as prolifically heinous as a "group project".

"Dont patronize me, Davante, I'm well aware of the situation. Hunters have busied themselves 'collecting' information for centuries, running about and fancying themselves investigators of the supernatural situation. And they've held particular interest in the Witchery since word got out that I had taken it over. Let me tell you, business has been booming since then. I invite the leaders of their little campfire posse with open arms and an open bar, and for that I'm able to decide just what manner of information they receive. That little panty-raid they attempted to execute was an adorable demonstration of just how little they actually know of us." She pauses a moment, the ashen tip of her cigarette blooming anew in the near-absolute darkness of Davante's store-room, the notion of this so-called "group project" turned about within her scrupulous mind, a dissatisfied scowl creasing the edges of her seductively-pouty lips.

"I abhor the idea of a 'group project' at a level I don't feel necessarily requires explanation, but for the sake of transparency... what did you have in mind?"