Baba watched; her head tilted, a slightly vacant look in her eyes, as if this were only slightly interesting, something slightly feline about it. It wasn't that she was bored, but her attentions were on something else. She was reading the energies coming from the misbegotten beast as well as those coming from the killer and the beast inside him.
Her large round and could have been innocent eyes dropped to the heart. It wasn't even formed properly; some valve work, yes, but it was shaped rather like the hearts that decorated the quiver and the shoes. Why would Eros wear shoes?
She yanked another arrow from the quiver and held it out from her for a moment. She pulled three more, each one taking a place by the first resting in the air. Baba hadn't shown her powers to anyone in the City, but what could this one do? Kill her? Baba felt that even here she would be immortal; this place might alter some of her magics, how she interacted with them and the power she needed to use them, but it had not changed her. She was immortal.
Her head tilted again, and all four arrows sank into an appendage, snapping ropes if necessary. She wanted it stretched out. Funny, the arrows weren't disappearing as they found home in the winged thing's body. They stayed there, visible, permanent, or as permanent as the City ever was with anything.
"It is not the real one." She spoke as if she knew the real Cupid, the real Eros, or something like that. "But, you could tell that, couldn't you?"
She wasn't speaking to Dexter exactly. Her dark eyes lifted to look into his.