( As it so happens, bravery edging on stupidity is his middle name. Or rather, it was, when he had a soul and wasn't a damned creature from Hell. Now, maybe it's just bits of roll-over personality disguising what is, in all actuality, boredom and a flagrant disregard for danger or consequence. When you know you can't die, in or out of the Horizon, you tend to get a little loosey mcgoosey like that.

He does continue walking — probably in the opposite direction she'd intended. Toward her, at a slow saunter, catlike. The smile that curves around his lips is more fond and familiar than it has any right to be. )

I could have a purpose. ( He supplies, so innocently it wraps right back around to suggestive again. ) Or we could play a game. I guess something about you. If I'm wrong, you win, and I'll leave. But if I'm right...

( He sticks around a while.

Eyebrow waggle — what do you say, sister? )