Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

He just stared at her with an amused smile when she asked him if lies and insults were all that he had. They were not, of course, but it wasn't as if Sheogorath was about to write down a list of all the assets he possessed so that he may win the respect of a little girl. He cared little for her, and besides, he had a feeling that it would likely impress her more if he did not choose that road.

Soon she admitted that his eyes were intriguing, and he may have responded to that were it not for the revealing of the scars. With humor in his voice and the grin still on his face he queried, "You like it rough?" Because he wondered what could have caused such a thing, and he felt that approaching the subject without seriousness might make her open up about it; if she cared at all about it. Perhaps playing with siblings or another adult that got out of hand? In these dark woods, who knew, though right now Sheogorath could not come to think of an adult that would harm a pup so deeply without a profound reason. Well, not Nemesis' pup, anyway.