There was definite delighted giggle as the poor boy got her the eyes. Baba reached into the jar and played with one carefully, or perhaps expertly inspected it without seeming to do so. He knew how to handle a body; her mind went to elsewhere in just how well the boy might handle a body, but it didn't linger, much.
She rocked up to her toes and pressed a kiss to his jaw, licking a little at the blood. Her nose wrinkled a little. "Tastes like chalky sugar." She didn't have much experience with the little candied hearts that were given at Valentine's, but that was indeed what the blood would taste like, maybe a hint of the usual metallic tang.
"You are not who you should be, Dexter. Dark one that you are, the rules keep you from becoming who you were meant to be." She looked up at him before sealing up the jar with a quick little spell and its lid. Thankfully there was no lead in the metal; she could work around lead, but it usually took more time and power than she felt like sparing.
"Do you have sex?" It seemed random, perhaps. "Have you taken a young girl's maiden head?" An antiquated way of saying it, but then it sounded so much nicer than "popped a girl's cherry." "That blood is very powerful. The breaking of innocence. This? This blood is good for finger painting and dabbling in."
Her hand buried now in the mass that should have been internal organs; she pressed close to her possible latest project as she let her hand go deeper, sloshing in the muck and mire that was once a poorly formed Cupid. She pulled her hand out and raked it across his chest, nails digging along the way.
"It is a good place to begin. You can't bathe in it, but you can certainly make quite a mess of yourself in the blood."