Rosalinds blood red eyes glimmered and she smirked, pulling him back upright onto the catwalk, Medoh still speaking. [i]"You know something. I can smell it..."[/i], 
With that, Rosalind closed her eyes, giggled in her normal voice and reopened them back their natural color. 
"Sorry about that," She chirped, her hands on her hips. "Now where was I...?" She glanced at Blakes now bleeding cheek... and got up close to him. She gently flicked her tongue against his cheek over the cut she had given blake, taking in some of the blood as well. While her saliva didn't have the same healing properties as Medohs, it did at least work almost as a glue to the glamour. She leaned in closer, her hand on his shoulder as she whispered in his ear.
"You should know I don't discriminate, Blaker~<3" 

She trotted off. "Ah... I smell them. Those bastards are here..." She turned around to smile at him. "I'll see you around... Mr. Todd<3" She blew him a kiss and went down the catwalk.
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"Ah... Visitors..." She hadn't been wrong. She went to the newcomers who'd been heading to the main circus tent. By the smell of it, hunters. Medoh grew agitated, but Rosalind didn't dare let him out."I a the RingMaster. May I help you?"