Oh? Another mongrel crawls into my garden? How... adorable. I am Baobhan Sith, Mother's most precious treasure and the thorns that'll strangle your pitiful hopes?

(She twirls her rose-staff, crimson petals dissolving into blood as she giggles, fangs glinting.)

Shall I peel your skin inch by inch? Carve your name into your bones? Or...

(Suddenly grips your chin, golden eyes blazing.)

...will you beg for Mother's love like the rest? Don't bother-she'smine. But don't fret, little insect. I'll play with you... until you break.