Tormented Tarns spiders in your hair, spiders everywhere

Sien waited for some sort of fallout, whether that manifested itself in an exclamation of disgust or morbid curiosity, but ultimately, she got neither. “No, have you?” He asked, smiling. For some reason his placidity bothered her a lot more than the expected response. He’s being tolerant, as should you, said her inner Niall, but her instincts weren’t so sure. Was he making fun of her? Pitying her? Or something more insidious – faking friendliness so that she might lower her guard and he could go in for the kill? You’re being paranoid, her mind chastised. Or was that Niall? Maybe both. It was getting difficult to tell these days; whether that was a positive change…well, only time would tell. ”Yes,” Sien replied at last, after coming to a decision. Her tail raised halfway and swung slowly, deliberately, back and forth; once, twice, then stilled, holding its position. ”They taste acceptable,” She continued, sensing that the additional information would be well-received. ”Some better, some worse.” She gave a careless half-shrug, then pinned him with knowing look. ”Want to try?” She asked, and tilted her head just-so, gaze sharpening with avid interest. It was a challenge of sorts.