She would be too easy to terrorize. He liked it when they were tougher, harder to get to. He liked prey that didn't just roll over for him.
He flashes a wide grin.
Amica walked closer to Hera, keeping her grip on her trimmers tight. "I'll waste my time on you, I suppose. You are interesting. Still perhaps useless like the rest, but not as boring. You're not simply running away, or looking scared, or calling for help. Yet." She gave Hera a nasty grin.
(I know her having trimmers sounds silly, but let me tell you, those things are sharp! I have some that haven't been sharpened for a long time, they're still sharp as heck and work wonderfully on my bonsai. I wouldn't doubt someone has used trimmers as weapons before, if they were a burglar or something. )
(Goodnight everyone! I'll be gone at around 5:30 p.m. tomorrow.)