She pretends to study him critically. He's a good looking man. There's no question. Perhaps not everyone's type, but she can see the appeal. She's just playing with him now, though. "Perhaps a warm yellow. Something closer to gold. It would suit a realm of blood." She's not even teasing on that end. Crowns of gold and coins of plenty are made for Hell.

She likes Adonis. She finds him intriguing and fun, something novel with enough age to back it. Yet once she lays eyes on Piper, on a Sister, it's clear where her priorities lie.

"It's a survival streak." Thessaly murmurs her response, before giving a distracted, "White, if you have it." She studies the picture, committing it to memory before setting it back. "Power is not rooted in goodness or darkness, I think. It exists. If she has used it to do what is needed, I will not fault her." Perhaps fight her, some day. If their interests clash. Judge a fellow witch though for having capacities beyond what society deems palatable? Never.

She sets the picture back in place and glances back at Adonis. Her eyes are ancient for a moment, before turning to a simple forest green too thick to fall into an abyss. "It is good though that you worry for her. Many are not so fortunate to have one at their back."