With her tongue barely touching the back of her teeth--she has those little unusually pointed incisors at the top, a genetic trait, nothing so pronounced it speaks of inhumanity, but enough to be sharp when she presses there--she takes a moment to breathe out, not realizing she...hadn't been, for a second. The red lipstick she was applying when he came in suddenly seems a million miles away.

"How far you're willing to go," her accent thick, sotto voce, and in this case, 'go' might sound a lot like 'fall', but then he was never really all that close to grace, anyway, "and just you."

Mitchell and his wants.

She knows eventually she'll have to go out there again, see the crowd, socialize. But being able to disappear into the moment with someone, however dangerous, is a gift that Hasibe never takes for granted.

(The fact that it's a bad idea is what makes it so irresistible.)