Baba smiled at him, as if he'd been a good boy. Dexter was so very open to her, or he was opening up to her. It pleased her to have such things happen; it pleased her in a way that even she wouldn't admit. Yes, she liked getting her answers, she liked having a control, but this was something deeper, older than whatever the Adversary had given her. He was going to grow, and the Crone, no matter how twisted her own path might be, did enjoy it when someone had a chance to grow, to change.
"The rules do not need to apply to you. This place, the rules are not at all what you imagine here." She didn't know what the rules were, but she was rather sure the City was not going to place the rules on this one. At least, not the same rules. She was curious now to see exactly what sort of rules did exist for this dark one.
"Categorizing is a wonderful way to process the world. It is very useful." Her hand directed his to the still beating heart; her smaller fingers closed on his much larger ones. They weren't going to squeeze the still working organ, no just hold it tightly for now.
"But, you must experience it." She shifted her body a little more, and was soon sliding off the table, using him as a support of sorts. His hair was streaked with bits of the Cupid's blood, and perhaps his other shoulder now too as her hand slid along behind her.
"Its eyes. I will need its eyes, whole, intact." Yes, she was going to use this little beast against its maker. She pulled the jar with its bloody content to them. "Do you want the pleasure, or shall I?" Her free hand hovered over the creature's contorted face.