I'm sure your virtue is the last thing you need to worry about if a Nightbreed decides to attack.

[She stands up and decides to sit on the edge of his desk. Her skirt was a bit on the shorter side and she's careful not to expose too much more leg as she leans closer to him.]

And I can take care of myself.

[And she leans in and kisses him on the cheek. She's not quite sure why she did that, but she just shrugs it off.]

You haven't fed in a few days.