A Heart so Cold

His grin was somewhat unsettling, though she thought that might just be because of the fangs. When he grew close, though, and there was no telltale heat from someone... well, living, for lack of better word, Isla was put even more on edge. Swallowing, she lifted her chin to meet his black eyes. From wanting to assist into the infirmary to what she assumed was flirting? Was this his aim all along? "If I have, I'm afraid I don't remember it. One does not usually have time for compliments on the battlefield." Not to mention, men usually spent more time screaming or biting down on something as she performed surgery, rather than telling her she had nice eyes or whatnot. She let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding when Archebold finally moved away, Isla glancing over her shoulder at him and frowning. Now he was offering to cook for her? The polite rebuff was on her tongue, ready to fire, but a mix of curiosity and the need to prove herself unafraid stopped her. "I was on my way out anyway, so I suppose it wouldn't do much harm... so long as you don't feed me my own liver, or something." Isla the flesh is weak