Her words are acidic. They bleed through all her pacing and all the tension, sharp and tangible in the air as they reach my ears. A snake, she says, and yet, Glorall may very well house more than one. I just wonder if her particular snake is venomous - or just an empty bite. Whatever the case, I offer her little more than a stout nod of acknowledgement to her words. I wait patiently for her to seemingly settle somewhat before I do speak, pleased that she has ceased her pacing. Now I speak to a wolf or, rather, a creature close enough to one for now. This normalcy may very well be a farce. "I will not deny anybody who has the nerve to lay with their own snake," I shrug, though there is an ulterior motive that slips in between the words. I want to know just who that snake is. Curiosity for curiosity's sake.

And then - you know me not? The questions makes my brow twitch up as I take a curious step towards her, testing but gentle nonetheless, as my head falls into a tilt. I observe her carefully, settling on her eyes. "Eyes do not lie," I repeat his words - Heyel's - with the smallest hint of a grin. "There is something familiar about you." Her eyes are unlike many others, no? Blue as they might appear, I cannot help but notice that peculiar shade of silver as it seeps out from her pupil.

Then, I pause, my head slowly twisting onto its opposite axis - "Do you want me to know you?" I raise my brows, an ear flicking in response. Why not?