Revealing its name would only end in the distraction of revealing its inhuman nature; that could wait for later. Disturbing the flow of this encounter would be... unfavorable, particularly given the beating warmth building in its head, its stomach, lower.

"That won't be necessary," it says, unable to entirely remove the artificial stiffness from its words; the hand that isn't at her hip moves to catch her chin, and it dips in, its lips almost brushing hers as it speaks. "I think we've done enough talking already."

All at once, she's tugged against it by the grasp at her hip; it teases, brushing so faintly over her lips, before it instead leans aside to press its mouth at her neck, breathing warm over her fair skin.