[... She was maybe definitely more concerned with getting laid than fighting after her time in the Room of Eternal Hunger. But she's content enough to be vague about it, her focus perfectly split between the conversation and the work she is doing on the canvas of Amos Burton's chest. Bloodlust, though... Her currently-golden blonde brows rise a bit as she looks up at him, as if she could「see」the violence on him if she checked again. Technically because she could.

Ah. That would be a great and terrible sight, she thinks. A man like this unleashed and frenzied. Nothing compared to Kiyoami, of course, but... A fond little smile curls her glossy lips.]

Thanks for worrying about my chin~

[Thankfully? for Kiritsubo, she had a rather well-balanced sense of self and her place in the world. Even if the citizens of Highstorm fully turned against her, she would hold her head high content in her choices. At least, that is what she has always done in the past. Perhaps this world would introduce her to something new- she won't discount the possibility.

For a while, she lets his words linger in the air as she turns more of her eye to the lines taking shape across his chest. The petals will be delicate, gently curved and soft. Something others might think did not fit this man, but... she can sense that flower's influence lingering on him like a shroud. Sense the hands of the witch that shroud belongs to, wrapped gently and possessively around his heart. Yet despite that, she has the gall to finally murmur,]

Oh... ? If you say things like that, people will start thinking that you have a plan, Amos.