I Have No Mouth but I Need to Scream

Canttina cast a wink her way, and it caused a chuckle to bubble from her throat, her eyes half lidded and smoldering beneath lashes. Something about this woman begged for the playfulness to show itself, and she had to admit she was enjoying this one's company. How long had it been since she felt as though she could relax around another? Why, surely never, not since Bethelhem was killed. Had she been a more gentle soul she might have commented on it, thanked Canti for her hospitality and make a statement about how she thanked her for accepting her. But as it stood, Strega was no gentle beast, and such words, she felt, would be wasted on this dark mistress,

"Che talor cresce una belt? un bel manto," she said idly as she looked around, peering into the rooms as they passed, noting their uniformity. It seemed the majority were supposed to be dens, with strange squares situated in corners that looked somewhat soft. There were weird platforms, some with things on them, other barren, all covered with a layer of dust. "Mi scusi, I keep forgetting my language is foreign to you. It means that fine clothes only make a fine creature more beautiful." Her translation was a little paraphrased, but the general integrity if the statement remained, another somewhat shady grin encapsulating her lips. Another might have found eerie, but Canttina was sure to take it as intended.