"You are true to your word." And his word was his contract, she had seen that in the very beginning when she'd met him. All she had known of him was that he was a useful addition to Shao Kahn's arsenal, it didn't take long for him to distinguish himself in her eyes.

He wasn't a braggart, for all his bravado anything he said he was more than willing and able to back up with action. Words never left his lips that were less than a promise he was fully capable of delivering on. She respected that, more so she saw how others responded to him. Some feared him, others were angered by the deference his effectiveness granted him, neither reaction seemed to affect him at all.

Erron was always so smoothly in control of himself, though she could feel when his blood surged. That fascinated her all the more and had never really stopped. How he could be volcanic beneath such a placid surface. She was one of the few to see his passions rise and counted herself fortunate for the secrets shared between them.

"I believe I would be far less interesting to you if I was not." A joke they both understood the truth of, if either had been different than they were the chances were good they would have grown bored and apart long ago. Instead, it seemed they always drifted back to each other, eventually.

"Fortunate that tonight all I am killing is my hunger." She murmured, and her lips curled in a smirk before she too sipped her wine.

"Will you be in the imperial city for long?" She asked lightly, for anyone who didn't know her it might have sounded like a casual question.