Hm. You remind me of my mate, Saylem. You can go stand in the line of those who have volunteered for torture and I will get to you shortly.

I do believe I would enjoy making a cake out of your blood, sweat, and tears (and, of course, some eggs and sugar). Are you willing to make a donation?

Believe me, my dear, you have no idea.

I don’t believe there are any toxins in my flesh, not to my knowledge, anyway.

But yes, you may certainly try to have a nibble, though I am giving you no warranty on your life if you do attempt. I may decide I want to feast upon your succulent skin in turn.

By all means, walk into my web of dangers. I’ll be waiting.

You are too inferior for me to want to spend any expanse of my time with. Perhaps after you’ve established yourself of worthy of breathing the same air as I do — by killing a good portion of the Hiems guests — we can speak again about some sort of brief partnership.

I like it to be slow and intimate. I always tether them to some sort of flat surface — a bed, the floor, none of it matters to me — with my tendrils. I can actually feel through my tendrils so I would be able to feel their every struggle and tug. Then, as soon as they’ve been secured, I would start drifting my claws up and down the expanse of their skin, teasing and tantalizing them. Then comes my favorite part — I begin digging into their flesh with my claws, feeling the beautiful sensation of skin splitting beneath them, the warmth of blood as it bubbles up from between the angry lips of their wounds. I would carve them, slowly, delicately, until they screamed for mercy. And then I would show them what real pain is.

I do in fact enjoy receiving objects from the normal world, but be warned that giving me your company involves me tying you up and torturing you. If that’s appealing, however, and you’re similar to my Saylem, then by all means. But I make no guarantees that you’d survive such a friendship.

Not particularly, and if I wanted your name, I would have made you scream it out loud. Unless you think, for whatever reason, you might be of use to me. Perhaps you could clarify that.