A new place. A new name.

The name is spoken by the boy--the one with the spikes that poke. Because she has taken him to her bed more than once, he approaches her as though he is entitled to.

She is amused.

He assumes her predatory smile is an acceptance and moves quickly to her. It would be so easy, so easy. These fools are so easy. They acknowledge only the presentation and do not seek to pry open the parcel. This one is like a spiny sea urchin when he pops. She wonders if his inside is as delicious. Should she crack him open to discover? She closes her eyes as he trails sloppy kisses down her neck's elegant curvature. The blade desires to cut open his mind and feed on what lies within.

But the fun would be quickly over and he might prove useful yet.