[ Granted, the fact that he's still alive does show some talent, and hopefully not dumb luck. She looks back at him, the rose mostly stripped away and laid bare, just like her soul. ]

How can you say that, after all I've done to you so far? I've tricked you, lied to you, tried to use you as a shield, hurt you... Those sound very monstrous to me. And how do you know I'm still not trying to deceive you?

[ Perhaps as a way to make up for all she's done, she tries one last play to scare him off. Maybe if she threatened his skin, he'd finally stop risking his own and protect himself?

She leans over, running a finger down his throat. ]

For all you know, the second you turn your back to me, I could sink my fangs into that pretty little neck of yours.