"oh, darling. i always want to spend time with you. but i also want to know what makes you tick." her fingers stilled their movement, resting possessively on sloane's forearm. "call it professional curiosity." she propped herself up higher, her curls cascading over one shoulder as she studied sloane's face. "come now," she coaxed, her fingers resuming their gentle exploration of sloane's arm. "i can smell the secrets on you. they're practically radiating off your skin." she leaned closer, smile widening. "tell me something real. something that matters." the compulsion crept into her voice without conscious thought—a subtle push that most humans couldn't resist. but samantha caught herself, pulling back slightly. because where was the fun in that? she preferred her conquests willing, even if they required a little… persuasion. "or i could always find other ways to occupy our time. though i do so love a good confession before dawn," she added with theatrical disappointment.