She leans into Klaus, kissing him gently on the cheek when he mentions the fact she called him a friend, almost is agreement with Nobunaga on his status. He'd been so close to being the appetizer to Siffleur, but there's no need for either of them to know that. Nobunaga's hands are gentle when they briefly roam, almost as if he's waffling between which of the two of them to focus his attentions on. She slips behind him, avoiding touching his neck, but dropping her hands and arms down across his shoulders to caress his chest, pressing her body against his back.

"His blood tasted like the finest wine, and his soul the most expensive caviar." She growled in his ear before biting his shoulder. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to try to up the stakes a little.