She blushed shyly as he removed his clothes and clarified his question. Her blush only grew brighter when she realized how her next request was probably going to sound to him. She paused for a few moments trying to contemplate the best way to word it as she nervously began to brush her fingers through her ponytail, slowly removing the ribbon from it as to take it down. She Softly brushed it all to the front of her shoulder, turning around and facing her back to him as she began to explain.
"Well, reapers are also a race that is made, but if I remember correctly, all reapers start out as immortals rather than human, that is, if I remember right. I imagine you've already noticed some of my non human characteristics. I started out as a fey folk, which is where some of the less obvious features, such as my ears and some other things came from. When I became a reaper, I gained a few other physical characteristics. Mainly, all reapers have the teeth, which I'm sure you've noticed. Mine are a bit smaller, more like a cat's. Not all are exactly the same, but all reapers have the sharp teeth, or fangs. Also..." She hesitated, blushing more brightly, "This may sound... strange, but there's a reason, I promise. Would you please unlace the back of my dress? It's easier for me to get it on than it is to get it off" She finished, giving him a chance to answer her questions as she waited for him to help her with her dress. She listened carefully, being as interested as she was in his answers. A Raskol? How interesting. She thought to herself as he went on.
She turned her head softly to watch the different things he pointed out about himself, intrigued by the gem planted in his chest that matched his eyes. So he's a giant porcelain doll? What kind of powers does he have? She wondered to herself. A lot of this helped to explain some things, like why he was so cold at first, and the way his skin looked and felt, and the blood, or rather, lack there of. As she stood in front of him, growing more and more nervous, not used to much physical contact outside of combat, especially from a male, She thought about what he might think of her, and what he was going to think after what she was about to show him. She shyly faced her head back forwards away from him, making sure her hair stayed out of the way. Her small frame began to nervously tense up in front of him as she began to lose herself in her thoughts.
