With the genuine earnestness of the easily-inebriated, Ilde is briefly sidetracked by the idea of her bones being made of pearl. Her skin has a lot in common with mother of pearl when she isn't hiding it under a human seeming; perhaps this rumour stands to reason? It isn't as though she's ever looked at her own bones. She spends a moment studying her own hand as if it'll become transparent if she concentrates hard enough.

(For a moment it seems to be changing into glass, which has nothing to do with her bones and everything to do with her illusions sometimes being influenced by her train of thought.)

His fangs, mercifully, pull her back into the present and she beams at him. "Oh, another one."