Khepri would have been lying if she said she hated that she intimidated most of the creatures and people she came across. It was fun for her, in a selfish kind of way, and the more afraid of her they were, the more it entertained. There was less of that explicit fear here in the circus, which was only a little disappointing, but she had thus far made due. It wasn’t as if she required that terror to function; it was simply an added bonus.
“Indeed,” she replied, though her eyes were turned down towards the bloody entrails bobbing in the water again. The bitter taste of cancer wasn’t something she had come to like, and lungs scarred by tar were hardly appetizing. It seemed like the intestines were likely her best shot as she would prefer nothing more from the lungs. This time, she reached for what looked like liver. That had always been a favorite of hers, though she found in more recent years, it was far more likely to find them also scarred and completely unpalatable. To her surprise, this one seemed devoid of all that leading her believe its owner’s vices had centered around tobacco. Again, Khepri swallowed the chunk whole.
She was impressed with the man’s attempt at her name, and it showed slightly on her face. His name was difficult in a different way from hers, though she liked it either way. “An honor, Chosamhlachd,” Khepri replied, more confident in her repetition of his name than she had expected. Likely, she would forget it if she didn’t use it often, so she focused more on committing Ivarr to memory. “Save it, unless you should need it at this moment. There is no expiration on my offer.”