First, was an unintentional attempt to joke her way out of talking about it. “Frogs?” One eyebrow raised slightly. “You do know Nergal is the one in charge of plagues, right? You try to negotiate the frogs with him and let me know how that goes. I'm not sure that or locusts will win when showers of blood are on the negotiating table.” Okay... nope. Failure to divert.
So, she sighed. “Want and Should are vastly different things right now.” Ninkasi looked down. “But... you have a right to know,” she said on an exhale, indicating that she didn't particularly want to say, but knowing that she should. If only to perhaps prevent future blowouts. “It's complicated, though.” But, what wasn't? “The part of me that needed those skills regularly died a very long time ago. Only necessity brings it out. I can't say Bast has ever seen me fight that way, for all the times we've tossed up, for perspective.
“But... Thor has.” Her hands fussed with the glass. “I don't remember where we were... I felt that he was genuinely threatened and I lost control...” The glass spun around several times. “There were no survivors when it was over. Honestly, I think the mere idea of me angry might scare him now. But there is a deep ingrained need to protect what is mine.” She looked up, but her focus was straight ahead. “My land, my personal property, my people, my family.” Ninkasi paused in a way to indicate the list went on. “I can't always turn that off.”
Though, how often had Kray pushed to not let her kick Zeus out of WoD when he was being an ass? “I've let you intervene on things, on my behalf, in my property... much to the chagrin of some of my family.” Ninkasi looked up at him. “Keeping the peace wise, it's the right decision. I know that, even if I stubbornly fight you on it. Culturally, this is difficult for me... the building is mine, the staff and all the items... are mine. This is all eased significantly for me because of who you are and... always have been, to me.” There was a very slight upturn at the corner of her mouth.
That really wasn't answering his question, was it? Well, the extreme roundabout way.
Taking a long drink of water, she thought about what she should say next. Or how much. There was so much. Too much. Most of it she never wanted to say. “It gets complicated, Kray. There's no simple answer. Just repeating what she said that upset me opens up a whole other world of questions. What? Why? All the goddamn W questions...”