[ Lightning's lucky in that her pretty face and cold temperament work quickly to endear her to him, not that it means much given that Belial is so void of affection. He takes no offence to her quick retort or denial, continuing to watch her, expression placating. ]

Is that so? How awful.

[ The runes do catch his attention—he'd assumed that they were naturally part of her, but her actions suggest otherwise. More likely a curse than a poison, and Belial's attention wanders briefly to survey the seen around them, something that takes more time than it usually would.

Something has dulled his senses. ]

Shall I suck the poison out for you? Just point me in the direction of your wound, though I'm happy to discover it for myself.