[She laughs, rolling her hips against her, feeling the responses he's provoking in her slow start to sneak out. There's the slightest hint of warmth between her legs, warmth that's still too low to be his, but higher than her normal temperature.

Ah but I hear these days they don't give away personal information. And let's face it, I was never your mentor, for good reason too. [A low laugh, the sound husky as she leans down, dragging sharp teeth over the lobe of his ear] I never overestimate. I'm always right. Don't you know?