It's an interesting picture. One that stimulates her imagination, the picture of someone in particular caught up in her thorns, fear in his eyes, trembling with it. Her hands curl up into little fists with the tiniest bit of satisfaction, a twist of a smile. Then it vanishes, as she shakes her head, her hands relax, any sheen of red in her eyes vanishing.

"I don't need to--I don't threaten people. I'm never going to need to do that."