Baba blinked at the comment; he was joking, right? Her name was usually considered amusing to those who were hearing it out of context. She continued to stare at him, then laughed, shaking her head. He had been hit, and he was going down hard and fast. While she didn't like that she was being taken down with him, this would be a very interesting ride.
"Dexter, my name is of no meaning to you. Were you an old Slav, you'd fear me, or you'd smile at how I am no one's baba." Yes, he was definitely not on his normal path, and she was in no place to put him on any path. For a moment, she allowed herself to consider just what Cupid's chubby body would taste like once it had been turned on a spit over a fire for a few hours. Her nose wrinkled as it would probably taste like ogre or some awful bit of meat. That Eros was not at all attractive. Her focus returned to his face, and she was a little surprised to feel ashamed that she'd actually thought of something other than Dexter.
"Perhaps we should get off the walk. You could tell me about yourself. I would like to know." While the love within her usually cold and ruined heart put a different spin on the words and her tone, she meant it. She did want to know. Knowledge was power, and this boy could be useful, a small power. He had within him something very delicious.
She leaned in closer, her hand dropping to his collar to pull him to her. There would be a kiss; it was dangerous to play with this emotion, to let herself go to it, but she hadn't had this kind of fun in a while. Why not get some enjoyment out of it?