Circe had to admit, Nicky had a point about the alternative. War she could never contemplate, and so, guises were the only way to go to prevent that. But even so, it just made her feel lacking, having to constantly walk around as a human, hiding her true nature from the world. It felt wrong.
But she did smile upon him telling her she wasn't like Raal. "That's a relief." she replied, sighing a little. "I never... ever want to be like him." she said with disgust. "Not who he really was at his core, at least. Thank you for the little background on yourself, though. I do like learning about other dinos, and why they do what they do." she smiled here again.
"Oh, well I apparently had a natural proclivity for it that Raal recognized." she stated in response to his complimenting her on her pheromones. "I was gifted with naturally strong scent glands, but he taught me how to control them to perfection. But rest assured, I never used them with malicious intent. I only ever used them to enhance... pleasurable experiences." she said here, smirking in a knowing fashion.
"In fact, the first time I used them seriously was on Vincent. When he attended my lecture at the Progressives' manor, he first caught my eye sitting relatively close to the front of the group. He was dashing and handsome... a fine specimen of raptor if I ever saw one. I had fun teasing him during the lecture by calling on him to answer questions... and watching him fail miserably." she chortled, a wide smile on her face. "I knew right away what he was feeling towards me, and why he was feeling it. I just needed to look in his eyes, and I knew... I knew it all." she explained, glancing over in Vincent's direction as the dance wound down.
"If there's one thing I can be certain of right now... in this moment... in this time... it's that I love him." she said now, eyes moving back over to the PI. "I don't know what I want out of life, what I'm doing from now on, or what the future is going to bring, but I do know I love him. For now... it's enough for me." she sighed, but not in a forlorn manner. It didn't take a detective to see how she felt about Vincent; it was written all over her face.