Ouroboros Spine first to rise

Gold eyes narrowed, examining the Tartok with something of a frown. Her heavy paw flashed out once more, fully intending to box his ears for the comment. It wasn't like she was offended but Kroc, to date, had never been a sexual creature. She had not birthed children, and truthfully had no intentions to. They were parasites, brats that needed constant tending, something she did not have the patience for and likely would never develop. To bone meant to eventually bare children and that was just a flat out no.

"Lick me again and I'll fuckin' rip out your tongue." The threat, though not idle, wasn't an angry one. It just... was. Threats were like air for the pale tank; as she lived and breathed, the threat of violence was always humming under her skin. "And these are my bones. So touch another one and I'll sit on you." This threat, much more playful, was simply an invitation to a game. She breathed such things as she did air and they were just as normal for her.