"I save my lessons for naughty children who need to learn," she demurred, lowering her lashes and allowing her smile to slip into something a little... well, it was a type of nostalgia, technically. It was just better applied to the case of a predator thinking back to a particularly filling meal, rather than a fond memory. There was a sense of intent from this man, though she doubted he had a specific one in mind for her. He was firmly outside her normal range for a 'child', which meant he was either an enemy, an opportunity, or something... other.

She hadn't met many 'others' since the end of the war.

"Well," she raised her fingers to her mouth, as if in thought. "I suppose I could always give you a lecture on making a lady scramble to hold up a conversation..."