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"Well, if that isn't a mighty fine specimen of the hunter kind."

The blonde lingered a moment on the spot, her face momentarily shrouded by shadows before she emerged from them, her lips quirking into a smirk, head dipping just a little to the side as she scrutinized him, seemingly without an ounce of shame.

"I've heard a lot about you, but I have to say, you sure are one work of art."

The words slipped past her lips in such a honeysuckle-sweet tone that it was almost obvious she was spinning blatant lies to his face. Almost. Her smirk turned just a little kinder, eyes locked onto his as she drew in closer, not bothering to mind personal space, though wary of his actions. This man, this Ash, he'd burned to the ground with Harvelle's Roadhouse years ago. There was no logic to him coming back from the dead now, especially not at such inconvenient a timing. And that was exactly why it piqued her interest, why she chose to keep the advantage she had over him, for now. After all, she'd learned a thing or two about him when she'd looked into the Curious Case Of Sam Winchester. And he had nothing but that pretty little meatsuit-face of hers to go on. Even if she would opt to give him her name, it wouldn't mean a thing.