Lisette's eyes lazily glanced towards Booker as he joined the two at the table. The pathetic girl from before was left discarded in a heap and if Lisette had any shred of human empathy left in her at all she would of felt a sort of pity for the young girl for being used and dumped like a plaything. Luckily enough, she had discarded most of those thoughts years ago. “My oh my, I wasn't expecting this at all.” She grinned and let her finger drag lazily along the table top. She really was surprised, it had been years since they'd parted paths and the terms on which they had were not entirely friendly. Something about Mila had always threatened Lisette, perhaps it was because she was older, prettier, more practised when it came to ensnaring her prey. 

[i]Perhaps not recently, though.[/i] She thought meanly to herself taking in the desperate aura that surrounded the woman, a natural survival instinct that hunger provoked, not that Lisette would know much about hunger these days. 

She ran her tongue slowly over her teeth and grinned as Mila's own canines sharpened in response. [i]“Lisette, you look just as stunning as the day I left.”[/i] She didn't miss the stiff, defensive way her old 'friend' said this. “Ah, and you look...” She paused for effect, taunting as she searched for the right word to use. “Pleasant.” Her thick voice made the word into a purr and she easily hoisted herself into the seat next to Mila, scooting the chair so that they were uncomfortably close. She propped her elbow onto the table and leaned into her hand, a stance that could of been casual if the air about the three vampires hadn't been so thick with hostility. Her gaze swept to and from Booker and Mila as the two bantered tensely. 

[i]“I’ve missed you, you know. I really have. Hasn't been the same since you left us, has it, Lisette?”[/i] She shook her head slowly. “It really hasn't, love.” Her smooth voice was a murmur directed at Mila, but she caught eyes with Booker for a fleeting second. “What have you been doing lately?” She continued in that same sickly sweet tone. "It's just been so [i]long[/i] and you never kept in touch like you promised. Pity." The sarcasm dripped from her voice like blood from an open wound. Her gaze swept over the woman's gaunt features critically, taking in the obvious hunger in her entire demeanour. “You seem like you could use a good meal.” Her face lightened then, a cheerful expression that made her radiant features intensify as she gasped slightly. 

“Oh!” She playfully, although playful may have been a loose term to describe Lisette ever, grabbed Mila's frail arm and smiled. “I have the most [i]delightful[/i] idea, loves.” Her constant use of pet names in such a tonality was a trifle demeaning. She continued grasping Mila's arm, the strength she exerted was a little more then necessary, and nearly bounced in her seat like a child on Christmas morning. "Booker and I, we were planning no going [i]hunting[/i]." The noise she made was like a squeal of delight, the idea of a slaughter would have made her cheeks heat with a blush had she been able to do so. "Why don't you join us? For old times sake." Her dark eyes pleaded with Mila to say yes. "It can be like the good old days, doll, remember? When they ran in fear from us?" She giggled at the memory her eyelids fluttering. 

She let go of the other woman's arm and leaned back into her chair, the room around them was growing louder as the night wore on and the room full of sweating, lustful humans made Lisette's throat ache and her mind sharpen. She was very much aware, like she always was, of how easy it would be to reach over and grab one of these blood bags, sink her teeth into their neck and suck every last drop from their body. She shivered. “Please, say yes. C'mon Booker, make her say yes!" She grinned, a slow smile that stretched over her sharpened canines, she chewed her lip slowly and deliberately daring Mila with her eyes to say something other then Lisette's desired answer. "You know you want to."