As The God of the Pale Eclipse circled her, she remained as calm as ever, yet there seemed a hint of deadliness to this languid posture. Her eyes appeared to never leave him until he was behind her, and ever then, as soon as he was back in sight, amethyst was upon him again, studying him. Hearing him speak, inwardly, she was startled to say the least. "He knows me?" she wondered. She had of course heard stories of him from her late relative, always having spoke highly of him, as far as she remembered, and always like a long lost family member. And perhaps it was so. But she knew him only as the Pale Eclipse, and that was how it should stay. Opening her mouth to tell him he must be mistaken, that she had never met him before, different words slipped past her lips. "Attracted? Pfft. And if I remember correctly, you never tore me to pieces. That happened to be Alpha," as soon as the word alpha was spoken, she shuddered. Shortly after, her eyes opened wide in shock and she repeated the words in her head. It was a memory, she knew. Bits and pieces she remembered, but the rest was a haze. Shaking her head, she became serious, and looked at him hard, as if trying to tell him without words that she had no clue what she had just spoken.