Fortunately for the Vampire, it seemed that the one to whom she spoke didn't intend to leave. Unfortunately, that meant that she was going to have to talk to him, something which, after hearing his silky smooth voice, she wasn't sure she could do. Even with his dulcet tones dulled by the helmet he wore, it still had a powerful effect on her, that same shock running through her, like a touch of ambrosia given her, then taken away before she could fully consume it. The longing to hear him speak returned, as did the rather embarrassing suggestions created by her muddled mind. She looked down in shame, her raven bangs sliding down over her eyes. Unfortunately for her, however, her hair was nowhere near long enough to conceal the redness spreading across her entire body. Her face was so hot that it was a wonder she didn't combust, and a feeling of pins and needles spreading over her was poking at her from every inch of her being. Trying to take her mind off of this annoying sensation without hopelessly trying to scratch the itch thus created, she instead occupied herself with her hands, taking in every detail of the suddenly wondrous appendages as she twiddled her thumbs about, trying to calm herself down and find something to say that wasn't utterly ridiculous.
Ironically enough, the temptation of the Incubus' presence was what freed her lips enough for her to speak. Realizing that a name would be expected of her as well, her immediate reaction was to blurt out a name - admittedly for the rather humiliating reason of hoping to get to know the man more closely, something which would have seemed utterly ridiculous - comical, even - if it wasn't so frightening that she was actually being hypnotized to that extent.
"I-I'm Maira. I-i-it's nice to meet you!" She stammered immediately. The way she looked more at the feet of Xan's horse than at his person gave her the rather unusual appearance of bowing to him, even if she didn't intend to. How silly the witch looked, flushed as she was, her deep blue eyes turned inexorably downward from shame, contrasting sharply with the elegant robes she wore and the ornate sword at her hip. She looked now more like an embarrassed schoolgirl than a powerful, terrifying spellcaster. If any of those who had tried to kill her in her tower could have seen her now, they might not have even recognized her in this emotional state.
Maira was more worried than ever. The thoughts were coming faster now, and she was beginning to act impulsively, and without thinking. If this kept up, she just knew she would do something stupid.
Come on... get a hold of yourself! She begged her thoughts. They didn't listen, and replied only with a possible fantasy of what lay under Xan's concealing helmet, wondering what it might feel like to-
Oh, this was not good.