Baba smiled up at him. She was one for the emotional cruelty, but then she was one for twisting the knife until the victim begged for it. Her hand rubbed softly at his chest, again an almost motherly action.
"Tell me, Hannibal." She knew his name. "Why do you do this? Tell me as we begin our journey to vengeance." It was only a couple; there had been many more who would pay, who would fall to this or that mistreated individual. But, the couple was now a symbol for the rest. "You seek your own revenge, or for others?"
"You are not the only one curious. I wonder at humans, at the wayward ones as much as the ones who think they are their right course." Her hand would continue to pet and rub as long as they stood near each other. Once they were in motion again, her hand would hold his arm and she would look the happy young woman. There would be a soft smile of contentment.