Lion Head Mesa fucked around and got attached to you

Serein's gnawing intensified as she listened to Disa's vivid descriptions. She was thoroughly enjoying herself; eyes half-lidded, ears flicking in every direction, bone cracking noisily between her teeth. Then the question registered, and she stiffened.

I don't kill anymore, she asserted first, an echo of the words she'd exchanged with Kemal on that first day. Then she shifted, letting the bone drop again to really look at Disa. For a long moment she only studied the woman.

Yes. I know many poisons. It was my job, before.