Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

Sheogorath hadn't expected her to return the question, especially considering his scars were a bit more well-hidden than hers. There was no denying that he held many of them, but most of them were hardly noticeable underneath his scraggy fur. He supposed, though, that one with an affinity for such things might be more adept at finding them; and his face had become more adorned with them, where his fur could not hide them so easily. "Very perceptive," he said, not answering her question directly but the words along with the twinkle in his eyes saying enough. He said nothing more, simply looking at her with an amused look on his face. Maybe some day he would give he what she wanted and she could do the same for him — but he did not feel that today was necessarily that day, for him.