"No, it isn't."

He's looking over at her now, right into her eyes - maybe past her eyes, and closer towards the thing that's resting within her head. She probably can't feel its presence; it's staying quiet now that it's been satiated. Now that it knows whom its vessel is with.

"From the looks of it, for reasons that the other Malice Kings of Netsach and I can't determine just yet, it's bound to you. To your blood."