Without a moment's hesitation, Roxanne offers a light, playful chuckle. She rests her hands on Electra's shoulders, rubbing them gently to calm her friend. Roxanne listens as Electra practically purs. Her emerald eyes flash back toward Necra as she maintains the eye contact most others cannot maintain. She gently parts her lips to speak.
Roxanne: I could go on and on about how I sought you out on purpose to prove a point, and how I forcefully kissed you after rising from a grave, but the theatrics don't seem to amuse you as much as they do the simple minded viewers.
Roxanne gently runs a finger under Necra's chin, tilting her head up slightly so that she can look into her eyes. Roxanne runs her tongue slowly around both of her own lips as she leans in another two inches.
Roxanne: The fact of the matter is this, doll. I look into your eyes and I see a shell of a human containing everything that horrifies your average human being. If you hadn't noticed, I am anything but average. Anything that I once feared has disappeared long ago. I don't fear death any more than I fear a clown, a dentist, or Michael Myers. For all intensive purposes, honey, I've already died and transcended death. So why should I fear you? Instead... I embrace you.
(TBC by Necra or Amy)