kings are dying like flies

His answer amused her greatly. He was probably lucky he was managing to be this entertaining despite being a clearly broken mess. It made it a lot less tempting to poke and prod at the dwarf. "Probably for the best, it isn't flattering." Red eyes danced with that fire of a predator who was hopefully just playing. Shifting her weight and shuffling half a pace to the side, she felt the urge to move but was far too absorbed in prodding at damaged creatures to move very far just yet.

"Oh good, be a shame if I had to name you," she mused before replying, "I do too. Fancy that." Whatever reason he had for withholding his name didn't much interest her. If he was going to do that she'd happily do the same just because. The situation was a game to her, she hardly took this squirt of a man seriously anyway, though for the most part the urge to jab and and harm him had subsided. Now he was becoming more of a source of curiosity.

Shrugging, the woman scoffed at what she figured was some effort to gain her favor. Whatever he meant by that comment, Alis doubted she'd have reacted as expected even if he was some tall, dark and handsome dry stranger. "A good demon always come dressed as everything you ever wanted, don't you know? Attracts more than fire and brimstone."