[Blinks at the finger before shrugging softly.]

The still of the night, where a pale moon illuminates anything it can touch. A loving, warm embrace to go with the night chill would be one scenario I'd cherish, or the shrill scream filling the air, thick with FRIGHT. One way or another, the ending will end in crimson, be it from passion or red rivers tinged with silver.

[She smiles happily.]

I also like flowers. Particularly roses.