Red eyes meet blue, and there's mirth sparked in her eyes, a knowing quality in the slant of her smile. It's a look that tells him she knows precisely what she's doing and the effect it has, all without saying a single word - Fever just holds his gaze where it is, half daring him to look away.

"Haven't you ever heard you should be wary of meeting strange women in the woods? Or does your world not have all those tales?"