[That's enough to give Riful pause, drawing back a half step. In all her years, she has never had a prisoner speak to her like this, and it strikes a strange, bittersweet chord in her. Where had this man been when she'd been nothing but a little girl-turned-warrior with a sword, alone and afraid? Where had he been when she'd been forced to fight and bleed and spill out her life, all in the name of humanity?

But it's too late now-- far too late. No one had come to her aid, and Riful had made her choices. She had saved herself. And now, she would save him.]

Would you save me, prince? [Her tone is wistful, but something warm and trembling lies lurking just beneath, a barely contained smile of hot and vicious pleasure.] Ah, I don't think you quite understand.

[She pours her power into him, cruelty and darkness and an all-consuming hunger for hot, sweet flesh, even as the long ribbons of her flesh trail over the pale skin of his torso, cutting through cloth and skin to leave tiny bloody wounds all down the length of him.]

To be human is to suffer. I only wish to set you free.

[ooc: she'll probably try to transform him or uh, kill him trying to transform him o/ lemme know how you're like to wrap this up]