Did she like the people who performed in the same space with her? It was a question Lamb didn't quite know how to answer. There were certainly people in the circus Lamb would say that she liked, but maybe it was just that they wanted to do the same things that Lamb wanted at do and at the same time, so they provided entertainment.
Did liking someone mean you wouldn't kill him if you had the chance? Lamb didn't have anyone like that. Even those she considered something akin to friends she would still turn on without reason.
"I have little thought of them," Lamb finally said, after a long time of simply watching him with a confused expression, head tilted to the side. She turned to point at various sections of the tent one by one, complete with their show pieces, ignoring the ones she had already forgotten about, so interesting to her that they had never left an impression. "Sleeps on nails, man with claws, cannonball girl, short stretchy man."
She lifted the hook in her hand and pressed the sharp tip against his puppy skin. "But mine is the most interesting. Mine is the one that hurts best."
Lamb very much wanted to push the metal straight through his arm, but that might break a rule. So Lamb behaved.