"I already know what your blood tastes like," she reminds him. She does want that. She also has no desire to be like him. She's being goaded, and she knows it, but she shifts, restlessly, and hates him for being able to do this to her.

It's been months since she hunted, really hunted, but it's not the sort of thing she thinks she could ever grow rusty at.

"Like this, it would be a fight between us, not a hunt. We're too similar in size. But if I were something else, something bigger... that would be a hunt. When's the last time you were as powerless as the people you get to play your dumb game with you?"