Qeya River i shot a lot of folk like you.

he felt the disappointment, projected or otherwise. "none t'day, ma'am," he rumbled with as much politeness as he could muster to the scarlet woman.
"i'm not done with that one. lord knows, once i git my nose t'th'ground, i'm not one to simply give up. 'speshully when he ruint my good looks."
this was accompanied by a hard cackle; he knew he was ugly. "yew gotta take yer time on bastards like that. really enjoy the hunt."
his red eyes glinted toward sakhmet. "i come back to do that hunt i offered. the pickings are good now."