"Hunger. Mmm...It all boils down to hunger. A need to be filled. Even love." The sorceress could think of many idiot girls who'd had that kind of hole, that need to be satisfied; the story books were full of them. It was the set pattern really to some of the more ridiculous tales. Girl wants love, girl looks for love, girl gets love if she's good and such. But, what was love really? Any desire could be fit into the process.
"Turtles are interesting creatures." It was an absent comment really. The jar was filled to a point she liked and was soon set aside.
"You interest me, Dexter." She pulled herself up on the table, careful not to upset any of his work or her markings. It wasn't as difficult as some might think; then again, she probably had had practice at such.
She leaned over and pulled a rather harsh nail across the now bared flesh; the creature had no true voice, no words, but it could make a sound of pain. With a sigh, not of boredom - the sound actually could be quite useful during torture, under the right circumstances - Baba claimed another arrow from the quiver.
"Ever bathe in it? The blood of your toys?" The sharp arrow had was now being used to cut exact lines across the wings, mainly where Dexter had finished plucking.