[The woman grins at his question, revealing teeth that look just a touch too elongated, far too sharp for her to be entirely human.

The palm curled beneath his chin falls, delicate fingertips tracing downwards from the man's jaw, down his throat, pressing into the point of his neck where his pulse is beating rapidly beneath her touch. Her gaze never once leaves his, eyes unblinking, dark enough to drown in.]

You're too good to be trapped in this little town, Barry. Wasting all of your talent on folks who can't see how great you are.

[She tips forward as if to kiss him, but stops right before their lips meet, her warm breath falling against his mouth while she whispers only for him.] They could never appreciate you like I do.