The woman moved closer to Willis, almost within a hair's breadth of his face making contact with hers. "It's Rebecca." She whispered to him, her voice thick with sensuality and her lips ever curving into that libidinous smirk. The urge, it was undeniable and unquenchable now, having taken root in her head and flourishing through every inch of her body...including, her fangs which stayed hidden in her mouth for the time. "I must wonder though...." Her lovely voice trailed off as her hands, as if guided by this malevolent urge, found their way upon Willis' broad, muscular shoulders. "For a man who has lived as long as you, you must indeed have alot of....[i]experience.[/i]