Béatrix lifted her fingers to her lips in a caress. He did know Francis, she let her heart swell for a moment. It was pointless to hide the way she still felt about him, even after over 5 centuries of being alone, as it was quite obvious through Klaus’ mockery that he knew. Trixy might be incredibly believable in her deceptions, but there was one thing she could never lie about - her love for Francis. Theirs was a love that could part oceans, move mountains… and [i]shatter people[/i]. 

Trixy let her hand fall to her side and rolled her shoulders back as she stood up straighter. Her face was once again a blank slate, devoid of emotion. Gone was the madness that she allowed herself to be consumed with after partaking of the rogues blood. Surely a vampire with her caliber of mental control abilities was indeed a master of her [i]own mind[/i]. Foolish of them to think her crazy, foolish of them to underestimate her.

Foolish, foolish.

Once again, Trixy allowed the icy walls to come up and surround her. They would block out the dangers of the world, only they could keep her safe; them and the cool steel of her firearms. When you surround yourself such coldness, it becomes impossible to feel anything at all. And with that, the act was back on – the mask of a perfect actress.

Béatrix heard out Klaus’ words as he responded to both her and Alistair. Once he was finished, she let loose a sultry grin. 

“You don’t report to Mira, and you’re available for the next few days…” Trixy put a finger to her lips as she imitated musing “Hmm, well, perhaps I could show you just how fun it is to be a fighter [i]and[/i] a lover.” She said before trailing her finger down the bridge of his nose like a skier on the slopes. Trixy winked as she playfully bit the corner of her bottom lip with a fang before turning away to return to Alistair’s side.