The vamp is in her coffin, looking at funny memes and cat pictures.

Most days, Lilya is smol and adorable. In the time period between 1910-1947, however...

The mortal does make it look easy, though..

...Kinda wants to nibble on her neck a little...

"...You're up to something, aren't you?"

"You're usually less sociable and more...hungry..."

"There it is. That's the part that was missing for a bit. Glad I have graduated from morsel to conversationalist."

"Then I suppose I shall count my lucky stars that I have not yet been judged as such."

"And just what do you plan on doing with that, hrmmm?"

"I think you look cute. In need of a tickling, perhaps."

"You're no fun, Nattie.."

"Have you ever wanted to suck off the homeless?"

She'd likely get scooped up by the vamp! Headpats, forehead kisses, and hugs tight!

Lilya's not much taller than her, but scoops the elf up. "Mmm, hello, darling." For now, she is holding Mary by her waist as she hugs her..

"MY LEG!"

Fairly typical for a cat, all things considered.

"And certainly not just once."

"I can bite one of you, and not the other. So..."

Lilya comes in later, groceries in hand. "Oh, no customers today?"