A pair of feet in leather boots stepped slowly in a long reach. It made no sound on the wooden floor.
He took a careful breath. Six steps away from the target, he trod on the broken wooden floor. It made a sound.
Daphne glanced back over her shoulder. She tilted her head with a smile. "You need something?" Her voice was a graceful whisper.
Wan giggled. He took another step and stood by her side. He widened his eyes at the cookies on two baking sheets on the dining table.
"Lady loves my cookies. I'm making more," she informed him.
"They smell so sweet... just like you."
A tinge of red appeared on her cheeks. Her hands went back to round the dough.
"Daphne, you already know I'm a black wolf. What about you?"
Daphne paused for a moment. Then, she nodded. "I'm a witch."
"Well," Wan responded, "no wonder you bewitched me with your beauty."
"That's sweet of you to say. These cookies are going to be bitter."