[ She reaches out to flick hard at a few of the strings, whatever happens to be nearby. Her fingers come away with a bit of blood ] Bad strings, behave yourselves or I'll come for you. And I don't mess around when I'm upset.

[ Then, her focus turns to him, his neck and his masked face. ] Enjoy it, will you? That's always fun. [ Her blood tinged fingers trail gently along the line of his jaw, leaving a trail of pink. ] I'd advise you to be careful since I'm not always so controlled when I drink, but I have a feeling you might not mind.

[ With that, she leans forward to sink her fangs into his neck, near the pulse of his carotid artery. ]