She could already feel the hairs at the back of her neck bristling. She was going to end up walking out, wasn't she? Just to avoid someone dying because she pissed her aunt off to the point of violence. Because there was no way that Ereshkigal did not know how much Ninkasi hated being directly compared to her father. It didn't matter if it was true. Enki was deeply faulted, which made her deeply faulted and no one liked that rubbed in their face at any opportunity.
“Oh?” She asked, with muted interest. Part of her didn't want to know. “Why don't you enlighten me on this little... revelation of yours. Everyone else loves to make comparisons, maybe you have something I haven't heard before.” Ninkasi frowned, trying to bite back the bitterness. She didn't like this subject. Where was this going?