A slim arm appeared in the doorway, hand at the end of it wagging a bright red apple. Juliette's pale face slowly appeared around the door frame, bright eyes framed by long dark hair. She grinned at the Club king, then took a bite of the apple as she slithered around the door and stepped lightly into the room.

"Whatcha doin', 'lisha?" she sing-songed, walking on her tiptoes until she could peer over his shoulder, ever curious.