Estelle huffed with clear irritation. "Flora Bandsworth." She cooed, allowing the alias to slip from her tongue with ease. Although her blue eyes were glistening in beauty there was a disgusting emptiness behind them. A void of empathy, dissasociation from basic emotion. 
The Ghoulette blushed heavy as she stared at the man's wrists. She wanted to snap them, break every little finger of his and listen to his sweet sounds of pain with excitement. She tugged on her dress a little and looked away- clearly flustered.