[ His intense excitement about not only the game rolling on, but her possible monster-ness, draws a peal of half-wild laughter from her. It's infectious. Stupid, ridiculous game that it is, it's so much more preferable to anything she could be doing with - well.

The real monsters.

Bubbling over with mirth, she clamps her hand over his mouth and shushes him gently, as though he's being too loud with her secret. The ones she decides to reveal anyway, in a stage whisper: ]

Maybe I am. Maybe I'm a man-eater. You know: really pretty, like a Venus flytrap, and when men get too close, I devour them.

[ Her hand slips to his cheek, a loving brush of her fingertips. ]

That's why only a monster-monster can be my boyfriend. No humans.