The Hatter and The Hare?! (Mature)

She chuckled when he bit her neck, "Oh you little tease. When I get my hands on you...." she chuckled.

He chuckled as well. "Just make sure it's me and not him. I don't think he'd appreciate that..."

"Oh, I don't think he'd be a willing participant." she chuckled.

His hands move down to her sides and he smirks. "I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to enjoy this a lot..."

Beyril smirked, "It'll be a blast. Oh, the fun we shall have."

He pulls away from her, stretching. A waver runs down his body. "Soon, so soon. I've missed having a body. Did you know that I used to look like a monster? I looked like a perverted version of Asura. How naive..."

She chuckled, "How very handsome. I should have very much liked to see you then."

He retakes his seat opposite her. "I very much so doubt that, love. It wasn't pretty..."

Beyril smiled, "If it was who you are, then it was beautiful. Nature is our essence. It makes us alive. To try and change that is what makes us ugly. Isn't what we are just nature being hidden?"

"Oh, but I much prefer this. I'll give him one thing, he knows how to dress. I did have a problem with his sweatshirt, but the trench coat? Brilliant for hiding weapony bits..."

Beyril smiled, "My other had a very unique talent that comes quite handy in a fight. This body can shift soul wavelengths. I can resonate with you, or any other weapon I need."

He claps softly. "That is excellent. Perfect. Tres bien."

"Oui, tres bien." She winked, "I can use any weapon I need to serve my purposes. And this body is so fast, too."

Mad Sylas smirks. "Not too fast, I hope. That would be...unfortunate..."

She chuckled, "She's done a lot of running. Simply good physical condition." She winked.

Mad Sylas grins. "How's that drawing coming along?"

She chuckled, "All I have is a napkin and an ink pen, so my resources are limited." she turned the drawing so he could see. There was an expertly drawn sketch of Sylas, Dowan, and a baby, as well as Saca, licking bloody claws.

Mad Sylas grins disturbingly. "Perfect. Don't forget his sister."

"Oh, I forgot. His sister and her little boyfriend." she giggled, sketching the two into the picture.

Mad Sylas grins, watching intently. "This is going to be perfect, but it might not be enough. If push comes to shove, I need you to do something slightly outrageous. I need you to kiss him."

Beyril chuckled, "Kiss him? How would that help? The man only has eyes for his wife, you know that."

"Precisely. It'll distract him long enough. He'll be vulnerable. Very much so..."

She chuckled, "Oh, so you're using the distraction to jump in?" she giggled, "I like it."

He smirks, nodding. "Precisely...So, when should we strike?"

She thought. "Tonight. I'll keep my eyes covered so he won't let on. We have to strike before he realizes I'm not the other."