Briefly, April's gaze flicks toward the water before she looks back to Bach, a smile curving the corner of her mouth. "I am especially good in the ocean," she agrees, making note of his talk of fangs and claws. Through her own hands remain unchanged when she does go through her transition, she's more than familiar with the concept of fangs and her tongue runs over the tip of one canine before she wets her lips.

She hasn't changed in some time, she has no interest in revealing herself now, to this man, but the way he speaks intrigues her and that's more than enough to want to keep him around. "Any woman who's been on her own since she was a child has seen danger. Maybe it's just not the kind you're talking about."