Her heart was racing with the anticipation of her next question and his response had caught her unguarded. Certainly, she hoped that the night would turn in her favor and they would share a few brief hours together before she sent him on his way. But Zoheret was so focused on containing herself for her actual proposition that the almost-blatant discussion of seeing someone made her brow arc high with amusement and laugh briskly.
"Now you truly have offended me," she feigned innocently. The dark angel leaned back into her chair and crossed her arms over her chest in a resigned, almost cold manner. It was the bright fire in her eyes that would have given away how excited she had become about his jump to conclusions - if he were perceptive enough to notice such things. "It's quite bold of you to assume that fucking me is what I want you for." The expletive was sharp on her lips, something exotic and foreign to her natural patterns of speech. In most situations, she did her best to never curse - it was unbecoming and vulgar. But occasionally, especially in matters of the bedroom, she let one or two words slip, fall, and break upon her partners' ears. "You do seem to love your assumptions of me."
She ruffled her wings again excitedly, eyeing the glass in his hands. For a moment, she considered backing down from expressing her thought to Sebastian. Surely, it would be gossiped if anyone found out, unprofessional, obscene. Angelkind would see it as a mar upon the species, disrespect to the Creator.
It was a good thing, then, that Zoheret had stopped subscribing to that kind of nonsense many centuries ago when she had performed the Sacrifice.
She was the District Leader of the north-west and she did what she pleased. Pleasure was simple and necessary. Curiosity was one of the things that kept her alive through the millenia. This simple, little question was an experiment in experiences. Nothing more.
"Now you must answer a question for me," she sat forward again, lowering her crossed arms and swinging her blond locks over her shoulder, "or this time of yours will have simply been wasted and I will never forgive you." Zoheret paused for one last consideration before she whispered the question loud enough for only Sebastian to hear "Have you ever drank from an angel? Fallen or... otherwise?" Zoheret smirked and did her best to not look away from the vampire before her while her cheeks blushed delicately.