The taste of the herbs was the last thing on his mind. The effects were what drew him to them. His eyes were wide and vaguely manic as he watched her chew, pleased she had given him the herbs - he hadn't wanted to punish her for disobeying, for serving was what thralls did best. He gulped down his own herbs gladly, eager to see what they did - and if they were even strong enough to have much effect on him.
"Probably better to not eat that much then," he'd snort in amused reply. It was easy enough to guesstimate how much was safe to eat, and he'd known for next time even better based on how they affected him now. Hell, if he even remembered taking them.
Her question made him laugh. No, it was more of a cackle, filled with amusement at how little she knew of him. "I'm running toward something," he explained with a wide grin. "Easier to hear what the gods have to say to me with herbs. Brings me just that much closer to their realm." He didn't care if she didn't understood. "What about you, eh? Do they help escape the fact that you fucked the wrong guy and ended up here?" There was no malice in his voice.. yet. Instead he was truly curious, and he snickered as he watched her. He was still hanging on to reality - the world around him had begun to sway just slightly enough to lift his mood.
WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.
