[center][h3][color=orchid]Lucille Renfield[/color][/h3][/center]

The grin on the vampire's face didn't fade even as Cernia denied her analysis. Lucille knew better. From the girl's body language to her own experience with children and teenagers. She had hit the nail on the head. The incoming threats seemed to do nothing to the older woman as she stood back to full height, looking down at Cernia with a smile. [color=orchid]"I think you should think about your own face for a moment,"[/color] Lucille told her before raising a hand to tap on her own cheek a few times. This gesture was her way of pointing out to Cernia that she was blushing, as if the girl mimicked Lucille and felt her own cheek she would feel the warmth of her own blush. It was also a polite way of telling Cernia that she didn't believe her.

[color=orchid]"I might not look like it, but I've raised children of my own before,"[/color] Lucille confessed, walking forward and past Cernia. She seemed to be slowly and casually walking deeper into the temple's property. But as she slowly walked, each step giving a click from her high heels, she continued talking to the girl. [color=orchid]"You can't fool me, Cernia."[/color] After getting a few meters behind the girl and away from the crowd of Raijuu, Lucille stopped and turned around. [color=orchid]"Are you coming or not?"[/color] The invitation was simple: to step away from the eyes and ears of Luciel and the gang of spirits. [color=orchid]"We have so much to talk about. Unless... you're fine talking here and now?"[/color]