( and then finally, there's movement. still mute, jinx reaches over for something off screen then comes back in view. in her hands, it seems to be a pack of cigarettes. with a casual swift, she takes out a stick to place between her lips then returns the packet back off screen somewhere.

one would think she might pull out a lighter next, but she simply lifts up an index close to the tip -- a very miniature electric spark for light. it appears she has some control of her blood magic since they've last spoken, but how much? answer? not very much. now lit, she inhales then steadily blows out the smoke -- hand returning underneath her cheek. a smile is on her face now; small but amused. )

Powerful words. I wouldn't expect any less from the Boy Savior.

( her tone soft and even sounding a bit impressed. jinx reaches for an empty glass from the table behind her so she could flick the ashes in. )

But how long 'till you get blood on your hands, hm? We won't be so different then.