[ She nods - oh dear, she was new at this, wasn't she? ]

People - [ are these people ? She hovers somewhere between a word for humans, demon and angel and finds none of them fit right. Forces herself on regardless. ] - enjoy the mysterious. The unknown. I've had enough plunderers of my home to know that it entices, that sense of something no one else might have.

[ She watches Parker's gaze slide past her, and the turn of her head is by difference, slow, measured. Like she looks at no more than a cloud passing by. ] The more we can make them fall over themselves for us...

[ Her hand waves, the bells chime, and the thought follows along. If they're pawing, they'll say things they don't mean. ]