Her scars were things she bore proudly, symbolic of the kind of reckless, fearless life that she lived. Kori kept her head tilted toward Hannibal as she got a better look at him beneath the gentle moonlight, noting his own pink nose, which was partially intercepted with a darker hue. "Exactly," Kori responded easily, shrugging her shoulders, clearly nonchalant. She'd been willing to play along with Elias's story about demons haunting his bloodline; she didn't care if what she thought was wrong, and likewise didn't mind going along with what others believed just for the hell of it. She most definitely wasn't going to waste breath on arguing with anyone about what they might believe, that much was certain.
The way he spoke his name sent a wave of delightful chills down her spine. His name was a strong one, and if he hadn't already captured her attention she found herself fully intrigued now. "My name's Korinna. But you, Hannibal Iber Klein, can call me Kori." Carefully she tested his name on her tongue, deciding she quite liked it. "Mind if I ask what you're doing in these lands?" Politeness wasn't her usual route, but she was curious about this handsome beast and found no reason to run him off quite yet.
