The woman continued to smile at Silver, "Because everyone, no matter who or what they are, has a reason for doing what they do. You were curious. It doesn't matter what it developed into later, but you were curious at first. It doesn't make you a bad person, or a good person, it just shows your sort of personality. If you were a goody goody you would have barreled in without thinking about circumstances and so forth, and probably dropped him the moment you found out he is somewhat adept at necromancy. A few parlor tricks, really."
Taking a moment to drink from her glass, she continued, "How old do you think I am, Silver? Old. I forgot my age, truth be told. With that in mind, how would you feel if you were connected with almost every single flesh sculptor that is, was, or ever will be?"
She twirled her hand about, "Right now I feel Gerald's confusion and anger of his amazing plot being discovered by apparently me, I felt every ounce of Vince's despair and fear during his little episode, he's currently feeling guilty for the entire incident but has relaxed, and the list can go on. I haven't had any reason whatsoever to do anything in the few centuries to give the slightest d*mn about things or people. Not even to use as puppets. Then Vince came around."
The waiter's eye slightly twitched as he continued his methodical massaging.
"Vince was dull, at first. He became more interesting over time, and then he met Lily. It was wonderful, to have someone feel such emotions again. He really wanted to break the inane and boring cycle my family had thrown themselves into because they're a bunch of idiotic, unimaginative halfwits. To be young once more. Then Nina came around, and suddenly I have no connection to her." Leaning in to Silver, her smiled broadened, "Here's something even Vince doesn't know: Nina is a chimera child, like me, or else she can't be a flesh sculptor. Men can be any blood type to flesh sculpt, women have to be chimeric because magic is a cold hearted *****. I couldn't figure it out right away, but of course, I found out in due time. It was fun while it lasted, the mystery."
Leaning back, she tilted her head towards the waiter and flicked her tongue at him. He leaned towards her, raised his hand above her mouth, and gently placed a chocolate truffle on the awaiting tongue. Snapping her head back into place, rolled her eyes about in ecstasy, and took another drink of her glass that had suddenly refilled itself. "This connection, can do many things. Admittedly, I used to meddle at first, but then one of my thralls was put to the stake and burned to death. That really sucked. Detracting from my point, back to Nina: A typical girl her age, she is not. She is a born killer, a reaper, with how the Vipére family has gone about. Very insipid, very boring. But Vince? Ah, Neither or Lily want that. To have Nina devolve into a killing machine would be...hm, what's that word I'm looking for? Minion, speak."
"Oh you know me so well. Don't forget inane. Hiccups, are nothing to be worried about. In fact, they're a welcome sight. Hiccups are better than full blows screaming. My next question is, what do you think Nina plans to become? Apparently she's going to start training with that doctor friend of Vince's to help control her hiccups. What a monster in the making. She doesn't like killing, doesn't like hurting, which is really strange coming from her lineage. Do you think she's going to become the next, most powerful necromancer? I highly doubt that."
Resting her glass on the table, she sighed, "But, like anyone else, all it takes is just the right push..." She knocked her glass over, spilling the crimson liquid everywhere, "And the slaughter begins. When someone's pushed, killing's as easy as breathing. Don't you agree, Silver?"